Some pictures I would like you to see

A Test for you

Okay guys, here's a small test for all of you.

If you can tell me one purpose that this machine here can fulfill, I would owe it to you.
I present to you here, one of the most useless things that the world has ever seen

Coutesy: The most useless machine ever - Meme

James Galea... Wow

To all of you who don't know what am talking about... James Galea is one of the most gifted magician and actor what America has seen ever.
I've been watching his videos in youtube since a long time and wanted to share one of the most interesting one with all you guys.
In the following video, he does two tricks. In the first one, he does a trick using his hands and he tells us to follow what he is doing and all of us will be baffled and the end. I tried it so many times and failed and as a science engineer tried the reverse engineering process just to understand what was actually happening out there. Am still working on it, its upto you guys now to figure it out.
Lets not even try to figure out how he did the second trick. Its simply amazing.
Okay, here you go guys. Enjoy!!!

Thinking about buying an iPad?

For all of you who is confused whether or not to buy an iPad, make use of this flowchart. If you're still not convinced then its seriously upto you.

Click on the image to enlarge it

References: Layne Heiny

This amazing photo of Earth cost only $750 to take

Can you believe that this photo was taken by a man who attached a digital camera to a balloon?
Yes, its true!!!

There’s actually not too much involved here. You take a helium-filled, high-altitude balloon, strap a digital photo to it, and off you go. The camera goes up (that’s 22 miles above the surface of the planet), takes a photo every five minutes, then it comes floating down to Earth on a parachute. A simple GPS, not too different from the one in your car right now, gives the location of the camera when it comes back down.

It’s the space-photography equivalent of macaroni glued to construction paper.

Total cost? Around $750. Much less than the hourly pay of a NASA scientist. Clearly Robert Harrison, the UK chap who put all of this together, is cooler than we’ll ever be.

References:

Crunchgear

Buzzfeed

India - Bangladesh issue solved by Global Warming

From Africa to the Himalayas, everyone's worried about global warming's potential to drive world conflict. But what about the disputes it will solve? A long-running argument between India and Bangladesh over a small island in the Bay of Bengal has just been resolved: the island's not there anymore.

The Bay of Bengal island, which India called New Moore Island and Bangladesh referred to as South Talpatti, has ceased to exist, the Jadavpur University's School of Oceanographic Studies said this week.

"Satellite images have confirmed that about 90 per cent of the island, about 3 kilometres long and 3.5 kilometres wide, has submerged,", the scientists at the university's School for Oceanographic Studies said

The island was first noticed after a severe cyclone in the early 1970s. Both countries soon laid claim amid speculation there might be oil or natural gas beneath it. No permanent structures were built on it, but in 1981 India sent gunboats, and coast-guard members planted a flag. As soon as India sailed away, security experts said, Bangladeshis took it down.

"There's a lesson here that the world should learn while negotiating over territory," Sugata Hazra, director of the program at the school in Calcutta said. "It's not whether some country makes a gain. It's whether we all collectively win or lose given the impact we're seeing on the global environment."

References:

1. The Earth Times

2. The Seattle Times
3. Newsoxy

How to Build Trust

Trust is so fragile that is hard to put back to its original state when broken. My simple tips how to build trust is dedicated to kids and their parents as well.


Tips How To Build Trust:

Never tell a lie, always tell the truth. And, say it kindly and tactfully.

Be real, do not act like somebody you are not.

Do not gossip about other people’s life. The one you are talking to may think you are gossiping her at her back. The worst scene is – if she pass what you said to other people too.

Never betray a confidence. Do not tell the secrets confided to you.

Keep all the promises you made. If you cannot keep a promise, better not to promise at all.

When you borrow something, always return it as soon as possible.

CeBIT 2010

In Hanover, the opening of the exhibition of high technologies CeBIT. This year it is held under the motto Connected Worlds, and the official partner of the exhibition is Spain. At the CeBIT exhibition will be attended by 4157 companies from 68 countries, and the number of visitors is projected to be about 400 thousand people. CeBIT. Spanish Prime Minister Jose Luis Rodriguez Zapatero and Germany's Chancellor Angela Merkel in 3D-glasses during the opening ceremony of CeBIT.

Glasses with built-in camera that can record everything he sees people.

The Water Bearer

A water bearer had two large pots, one hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot always arrived only half full. For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, fulfilled in the design for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was unable to accomplish what it had been made to do. After two years of enduring this bitter shame, the pot spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream. "I am ashamed of myself and I apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said. The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and was cheered somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt the old shame because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, "Did you not notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, and not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we've walked back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house." Each of us has flaws. We're all cracked pots. But if we will allow Him, the Lord will use our flaws to grace the whole world. In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. Don't be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and you too, can bring something beautiful to everyone.

The Rose

John Blanchard stood up from the bench, straightened his Army uniform, and studied the crowd of people making their way through Grand Central Station. He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl with the rose. His interest in her had begun thirteen months before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he located her address. She lived in New York City. He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next day he was shipped overseas for service in World War II. During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like. When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00 PM at the Grand Central Station in New York. "You'll recognize me," she wrote, "by the red rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he was in the station looking for a girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen. I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips. "Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past 40, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to dinner?" The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!" It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

Importance of Thesis Advisor

It's a fine sunny day in the forest, and a rabbit is sitting outside his burrow, tippy-tapping on his typewriter. Along comes a fox, out for a walk. 

Fox: "What are you working on?" 

Rabbit: "My thesis." 

Fox: "Hmmm. What's it about?" 

Rabbit: "Oh, I'm writing about how rabbits eat foxes." 

(Incredulous pause) 

Fox: "That's ridiculous! Any fool knows that rabbits don't eat foxes." 

Rabbit: "Sure they do, and I can prove it. Come with me." 

They both disappear into the rabbit's burrow. After a few minutes, the rabbit returns, alone, to his typewriter and resumes typing. Soon, a wolf comes along and stops to watch the hardworking rabbit. 

Wolf: "What's that you're writing?" 

Rabbit: "I'm doing a thesis on how rabbits eat wolves." 

(Loud guffaws) 

Wolf: "You don't expect to get such rubbish published, do you?" 

Rabbit: "No problem. Do you want to see why?" 

The rabbit and the wolf go into the burrow, and again the rabbit returns by himself, after a few minutes, and goes back to typing. 

Inside the rabbit's burrow. In one corner, there is a pile of fox bones. In another corner, a pile of wolf bones. On the other side of the room, a huge lion is belching and picking his teeth. 

Moral: It doesn't matter what you choose for a thesis subject. It doesn't matter what you use for data. What does matter is whom you have as a thesis advisor.