Saturday, May 20, 2017
Tuesday, May 16, 2017
Two Tough Questions.
In a recent meeting with my good old friends, I was asked to ask two tough questions. At first the challenge appeared easy. I responded with a smile, my favorite smile. One question that was long engaging me appeared as the first candidate.
'What percentage of the population must remain poor for a country's rapid development?'
I wanted to put forth the question as one of the two tough questions.I hesitated.
Is it the toughest question?
It has an answer. I had analyzed the mechanisms of keeping citizens under poverty in more than ten developing and ten developed countries. All countries have mechanisms to retain certain sections of the population poor. They are the backbones of their countries' economy and workforce. It's an open secret.
I jumped to the other question.
Can human become immortal?
It just gives a 'yes' or 'No' answer. Everything else is in the logic that supports none and opposes both Yes and No. It is not worth a question.
Is there a life outside earth?
It's an old question; older than the human's dream to fly.
Old things are seldom difficult. They are either forgotten or unused and appear difficult like Latin or Sanskrit.
There are questions on religion, science, philosophy, mystery, ignorance, intelligence and bravery. All of them have known, less known and unknown facts and associated logics.
My imagination revolved around myself, food, life and work. None of my questions were turning tough, worth the designation of 'the toughest.'
I resigned.
I was about to surrender my capacity to find the toughest question before my friends, my eyes fell on a spider web in a corner of the cafe that we were occupying. There was no insect around the web. The web was dirty with stains of the vapour and gas from the kitchen.
Where had the spider gone?
Was it alone or with its spouse?
A series of questions began to pour into my head.
Friends had waited for a long time for my question. Longer than they had expected.
Our orders were on our table. Beneath the salad, there were short black ergastic substances that turned out to be the spider's legs. In many popular Thai and Chinese restaurants it is customary to expect spiders, scorpions, crabs, crickets, etc in meals. They add excitement to the exotic fellows.
I did not point out the arthro's pods in the meal.
I was blessed. I had one of the two questions.
"I know one, I am yet to find the second toughest question." I said with the confidence of a winner.
"Please turn the chit up and read it." My interrogator friends said. The chit was kept on the table with a condition that I could see it after I answered their question on question.
On the chit were the following words:
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'What percentage of the population must remain poor for a country's rapid development?'
I wanted to put forth the question as one of the two tough questions.I hesitated.
Is it the toughest question?
It has an answer. I had analyzed the mechanisms of keeping citizens under poverty in more than ten developing and ten developed countries. All countries have mechanisms to retain certain sections of the population poor. They are the backbones of their countries' economy and workforce. It's an open secret.
I jumped to the other question.
Can human become immortal?
It just gives a 'yes' or 'No' answer. Everything else is in the logic that supports none and opposes both Yes and No. It is not worth a question.
Is there a life outside earth?
It's an old question; older than the human's dream to fly.
Old things are seldom difficult. They are either forgotten or unused and appear difficult like Latin or Sanskrit.
There are questions on religion, science, philosophy, mystery, ignorance, intelligence and bravery. All of them have known, less known and unknown facts and associated logics.
My imagination revolved around myself, food, life and work. None of my questions were turning tough, worth the designation of 'the toughest.'
I resigned.
I was about to surrender my capacity to find the toughest question before my friends, my eyes fell on a spider web in a corner of the cafe that we were occupying. There was no insect around the web. The web was dirty with stains of the vapour and gas from the kitchen.
Where had the spider gone?
Was it alone or with its spouse?
A series of questions began to pour into my head.
Friends had waited for a long time for my question. Longer than they had expected.
Our orders were on our table. Beneath the salad, there were short black ergastic substances that turned out to be the spider's legs. In many popular Thai and Chinese restaurants it is customary to expect spiders, scorpions, crabs, crickets, etc in meals. They add excitement to the exotic fellows.
I did not point out the arthro's pods in the meal.
I was blessed. I had one of the two questions.
"I know one, I am yet to find the second toughest question." I said with the confidence of a winner.
"Please turn the chit up and read it." My interrogator friends said. The chit was kept on the table with a condition that I could see it after I answered their question on question.
On the chit were the following words:
Which is the toughest question you know?
Can you guess?
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Monday, May 15, 2017
ट्रक साहित्य -३
अाजकालका भुराभुरीहरूले
बाईक कुदाको देख्दा
श्रद्धाञ्जलीको माला लिएर
पछिपछि हिडौ जस्तो लाग्छ ।।
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