The long and short line.

So as I may have mentioned before, my mom is totally nuts and wants me to get into the Ivy League. She then got a book names, "What It Really Takes To Get Into The Ivy League". I was bored one day and I started reading the first page. Only the first page. Although it may seem like a boring book, I really likes the starting. And it went something like this :-

A sage-like colleague of mine (of the author) had a knack of reading an audience and sensing a tense atmosphere when he was about to give a presentation on admission to Harvard College. He lightened the mood by drawing a long line and a short line on the nearest board or easel and began:

Imagine that the long like is all that is known about the admissions process.
Then the short line is all that is understood about the admissions process.

Imagine that the long lime is all that is understood about the admissions process.
Then the short line is all that I understand about the admissions process.

The long like is all that I understand about the process.
The short line is all that I'll be able to tell you about the process.

The long line is what I will tell you about the process.
The short line is what you will comprehend about the process.

The long line is admission to Harvard.
The short line is your chance of getting admitted.

From a lake to a dinosaur

September 11. A day of mourning and reminiscing the past. To all those people who have fought the war and died forever a hero. To all those people who wished their children would never die the way day did. And after a hundred years, not much has changed. The people who are dying everyday in Syria; those American guys who are in Afghanistan; no one is safe nowadays. Not even your sandwich cooked by your uncle's second wife (tried a bit of humor. Didn't laugh? Okay).

So what if two Big-ass nations don't want to secure human rights in Syria. Its like two fat people advise you not to eat McDonald's. I know my comparison doesn't make perfect sense, but you get it.

Anyway, Diwali is here. The way people celebrate is by putting lights on their balcony signifying they are Indians. I haven't put anything. Sue me. All I want to make some noise, but if I do the police will catch me and condemn me to Social service. Its one thing I hate to be told to do something, it's worse to be told in a language you hardly know.

Anyway, if I didn't wish you a Happy diwali, its probably because I'm not satisfied with my Diwali.