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This paragraph is to show that it is straightforward to put in writing, anything with laws and/or constraints, than without any group of laws.With a group of constraints/ laws - words, writing approach on hand is only a small part of a total group of all words - so choosing amongst this is not that difficult at all.You can apply this to clarify why writing songs or lyrics is not hard, in contrast with scripting a book, a story or any standard work of fiction, which has no limitations.Mahabharata has lakh(s) of stanzas, and it is said that, Kumaravyasa did not modify any stanza which was put down by him. Additional illustrations consist of grand works similar to Mahabharata as in Ramayana, Abhinaya Shakuntala, Artha Charita, Rutu Samhara… All stanzas confirm to a rigid group of laws, so if first row is put down, following stanza almost flows naturally. This works truly, assuming that author has mandatory, obligatory control of his lingo, and is also smart, artistic, and original. Thus most of all information from our distant past is in songs and stanzas than paragraphs or books.So, that brings us to this post. As this is not a song, it adopts an unusual constraint to go along with this thought flow. Now, any author, from history’s dawn, always had that most important aid to writing: an ability to call upon any word in his dictionary in building up his story. That is strict laws as to word construction did not block his path. But in this paragraph a mighty obstruction will constantly stand in my path; for many an important, common word I cannot adopt, owing to its orthography.This paragraph has 375 words, and it follows a constraint that it should not contain a particular, most commonly occurring graphic symbol that you can spot in all manuscripts guys publish in this lingo. [I am talking about fifth graphic symbol in Roman Script]Although, I must admit, writing this was actually a small confrontation, than a happy walk in a park.Hats off to Wright, author of Gadsby. His composition has 50,000 odd words without this ‘symbol’ that humans apply in surplus than all similar ‘symbol’s in this particular lingo.
[couldn't resist] [ :P][V Block Mess, 23rd April, 08.]
found this little guy on the way to Sringeri yesterday.man, the memories that came rushing back...The Trek to Kodachadri...ninth, october, 07...[memories - leech filled]the numerous leeches from the very beginning.. the every-ten-minute-leech-check breaks... arbit photos of leeches...pouring vast amount of salt into the shoes and socks... the leech on sagar's stomach... and the one vk's calf... the huge leeches inside my shoe (my legs still bear the scars)... santosh hotel leech videos... dreams filled mainly with standing, quivering leeches in that damn cold night on top of kodachadri...[memories - the ones without leeches]everything else about that amazing trip... but my job has been made most easy, coz all that needs to be put down here, has already been posted in awesome detail by vk (one among the five trekkers). if the kind reader has not yet seen that epic post, he really needs to detour to "Kodachadri - A Walk in the Clouds", right now.ps: [oh, that reminds me... my nails need trimming]
sringeri, soothanabbi falls (hanumangundi), hornadu, kudremukh, ambuteertha, lakya dam- were all really amazing!!Scenes from a Hat:The bridge seemingly to nowherecon with the cam [not in the pic]Soothanabbi falls (Hanumangundi)ajay with the cam [not in the pic]One random picof the greenery all along the wayA bird's eye viewlakya damhad to get a pic of the car in the post too... Tea Plantations (Kudremukh)con with the cam [not in the pic, again]Adishaktyatmaka Sri Annapoorneshwari Temple (Horanadu)coz photos are striclty prohibited insideAmbuteertha/ Ambatirtathe whole group [ajay, sanjay (ganja), amod, anup (con), me, poonam]Highlights:seventeeth of april, 08.another impromptu trip... initial stabs leading to the reduction to the number of cars to one (from two) and the number in the group from 8 to 6......the long wait for con to finish his bath...the cramped back seat in the car... ganja's constant cribbing...the NH17 at 5:30 in the morning.. the Sharadamba temple (sringeri)... the dude who could make a stone bounce ten times on the water and cross the river to the other bank...attempts to feed and touch the huge fish ... the leech... the cold water in the falls in Hanumangundi... the Soothanafalls as such... the tea plantations near Kudremukh... the bitter taste of raw tea leaves... the Annaporneshwari temple in Horanadu... beet root sambar and paysa for lunch... Tunga river in Ambuteertha... the sculpture on the rock in the ground... the total desert - like appearance of Lakya dam with not a drop of water anywhere around... crazy theories to use the vast empty space of the dam.. the double hairpin bends... banana chips and vacuum sealed doodh pedas.. the petorl pump in kudremukh..the slight NDE... the awesome arbit discussions... random photos... the pjs all along the way...
[huge satisfied sigh]
one hell of a day... one hell of a trip...great way to liven up the last week in nitk...CHWE, dudes, CHWE*!!!ps:\\if (the reader belongs to the set {amod, ajay, sanjay, con, poonam})"no further description necessary";else"the kind reader's reference/ tour guide is any person in the set + {me}";end if;\\*[chwe: a cry of approval as from an audience at the end of a great performance, a great trip, a job well done, and other similar situations where one would say 'whate'..(courtesy ganja)]
[afternoon, wednesday, sixteenth of april][the last week in nitk] [arbit status msgs follow]amod - the beginning of the endganja - sob sob.... [sigh]bala - one more exam to goundie - Batch of 2004 - 08appar - don't look back in angerabhi - Tick Tockyshanta - every great journey has to come to an end...chindu - the shadow of the end looms high
gupta - last tuesday in college
jagga - if that's the case i wouldn't have wanted to be an engineer so soonrajiv - truly The Wonder Yearsdaksh - dil main kuch kuch ho raha hai .. abhi bhi yakin nahi ho raha ki main college chod kar ja raha hun .. :(puneet - SOMEONE said.. I went through three stages of everything.. May it Be.. Let it Be.. So be it and never again did I find life@NITK any difficult :)shashank - There comes a time in everybody's life....this is It.utham - It is the EEEnd :-(
nair - College taught me that to be smart is objective, but to love is futile.shreyas - done!!..wat next?...nervous future..effervescent past
mojo - Hmmmm....Ok so this is how it feels to be an ENGINEER....
chandru - NITKathe mugiyitu...
kandath - memories pressed between pages of my mind
p - the last BTech exam of me life
jaggi - 56 hours to gosumukh - it had started in the ATB Main Seminar hall(counselling), now it ended there as well--B.Tech in ITmulki - and so IT endspushkar - its all overramesh - exams over.. now i am an engineer
[as for myself, i agree with dickens]
charles dickens - "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way - in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only"
this is one of the best optical illusions i have come across.one of the best.the girl moves in both directions.. clockwise and anticlockwisecomments:*blows your mind off once you see it**falls on the floor laughing**this stuff is intense*stuff that helps- concentrate on the feet and the shadows- have patience- i know guys here who can control her direction of rotation at will- i assure you, its worth the waitpost a comment if you could figure it out.