tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14322698865206577832024-02-20T17:59:18.841+05:30Kastoor: the fragrance withinkasturi kundali basai, mrig dhundhe ban mahi;
aise ghati ghati ram hain, duniya dekhai nahi.Kunjesh Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236998352628455152noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432269886520657783.post-27994185332559743542009-12-02T17:12:00.000+05:302009-12-02T17:12:43.699+05:30``If '' by Rudyard Kipling<div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can keep your head when all about you<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">But make allowance for their doubting too;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can meet with triumph and disaster<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And treat those two imposters just the same;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And never breath a word about your loss;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If all men count with you, but none too much;<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />
</div><div style="font-family: inherit;">And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! <br />
</div>Kunjesh Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236998352628455152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432269886520657783.post-41630123382579360612009-11-18T17:15:00.000+05:302009-11-18T18:11:21.983+05:30|| अश्वत्थ: सर्ववृक्षाणाम् ||<div style="text-align: center;"><br />एक पेड़ होने का -- एक पीपल के पेड़ होने का -- अहसास कैसा होगा,<br />दिनभर कड़ी धूप सहने के बाद रात में तारों का साथ कैसा होगा.<br /><br />जीने के लिए -- जल पीने के लिए -- जड़ें गहरी पैठाने का अभ्यास कैसा होगा,<br />फिर उन्ही जड़ों से -- कहीं दूर -- एक अनजान देश में उग आने का आयास कैसा होगा.<br /><br />किसी दिन अपने बाजुओं में मैना के घोसलों को सम्भालने की ख़ुशी कैसी होगी;<br />कभी उन्ही घोसलों से गिरते हुए एक बच्चे को न बचा पाने पर उच्छ्वास कैसा होगा.<br /><br />किसी गुलेल से निकले पत्थर की चोट खाकर चीख न पाने की बेबसी कैसी होगी;<br />कभी सुहागिनों द्वारा बाँधे जाने पर "मैं कहाँ भागा जाता हूँ" का अट्ठाहास कैसा होगा.<br /></div>Kunjesh Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236998352628455152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432269886520657783.post-11945899821382307512009-09-04T09:29:00.002+05:302009-11-18T18:16:07.346+05:30``Wrote a poem this Friday morning... had to reassure myself that I haven't lost all!!''<p style="text-align: justify;"><br /><strong>My Precious</strong><br />---<em>The Treasurer</em><br /></p><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />So many years have passed along,<br />I don't even know where do I belong?<br />Is it that you are in my heart,<br />Or have I been a defaulting renter so long?<br /><br />I learnt counting trying to keep track<br />Of the days since I last saw you;<br />Not only that, it is because of you,<br />That my number theory is strong.<br /><br />Everyday I ask myself the probability<br />That I will see you today;<br />With each passing day, my odds betray me,<br />And I can't help but wonder -- what's wrong?<br /><br />Each time I go browsing,<br />I google your name.<br />Hoping against hope to find you,<br />But no `feeling lucky' there, are you gone?<br /><br />I tried to debug my system,<br />The code looks all neat and clean.<br />In frustration I begin to call out names,<br />Yet right in time, switch to a song.<br /><br />You are my precious Treasure,<br />Why would I lose you;<br />Why should it matter, if I live alone?<br />Hope is still with me, let others be drown.<br /><br />All this crap just mean one thing -- I love you,<br />Doesn't matter if you stay away a million furlong.<br /><br />Dated: <em>September 4th 2009</em><br /></div>Kunjesh Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236998352628455152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1432269886520657783.post-38250968820788087692009-09-02T19:37:00.005+05:302009-11-18T18:51:17.416+05:30Ten reasons to become a Statistician<ol><li>We do it with logic, frequency and error.</li><li>If we flunk it out, we can always transfer to other streams.</li><li>You never have to be right, only close. (We always have Taylor's Series. :P)</li><li>Statisticians are significant (ALWAYS).</li><li>No one knows whatever we do, so we are always right.</li><li>Estimating parameters is easier than dealing with life.</li><li>We are <em>mean</em> and <em>variable</em> lovers.</li><li>We are <em>complete</em> and <em>sufficient</em>.</li><li>We can do it both discreetly and continuously.</li></ol><p><em>Taken from a poster at the farewell dinner of ISI Kolkata.</em></p>Kunjesh Kaushikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12236998352628455152noreply@blogger.com0