Farmer building robots and driving Planes

I came across this story where a farmer has been building robots on his own without any formal education. Eccentric yes.......but smart hell yeah ....c for urself...

then i dont know is this is fake or real some farmer flying a plane which seems like he himself built it. seems like a fake for me but if its true thats great

Things i like

After writing my blog entry "Few Things" (, I have been thinking that i should add a lot more to the list i said as i enjoy the most, every five minutes i keep coming up with something, specially how the hell did i forget that i love to music......... then i realized something..... I enjoy so many things to just make a list..... Simply i enjoy my life so much that its hard to pinpoint things........I enjoy my life > the real part , the imaginary part and beyond........

and tlaking about music listen to this piece from Requim of a dream, good movie and a great soundtrack. The movie is available free at (yep its legal)

Indru oru thagaval and me .....

When i was a kid i was not allowed to play games with other kids for a REASON. But i think it helped me in a way that i started observing things in extreme detail, These days i have some of my friends tell me i intimidate them by my stare or by trying to read their mind. Quite funny assumption i guess......

I also had lot of time just sitting and contemplating things like a mad man. Specially stories which had a ending which made u think a lot, I could always hear such stories in All India Radio, courtesy of Thenkatchi swaminathan, To my mind he was a very very intelligent man, so direct to point and funny at the same time. His segment ran just 5 mins daily in the radio but he managed to put in a few stories a few strange facts and the ending is always funny. He was a Paulo Cohelo of short stories. Today i found a story in paulo cohelo's blog which i had heard from thenkatchi years ago... here it is.

A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.

However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.

The wise man talked to everybody, and the young man had to wait for two hours until it was time for his audience.

With considerable patience, he listened attentively to the reason for the boy’s visit, but told him that at that moment he did not have the time to explain to him the Secret of Happiness.

He suggested that the young man take a stroll around his palace and come back in two hours’ time.

“However, I want to ask you a favor,” he added, handing the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. “While you walk, carry this spoon and don’t let the oil spill.”

The young man began to climb up and down the palace staircases, always keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. At the end of two hours he returned to the presence of the wise man.

“So,” asked the sage, “did you see the Persian tapestries hanging in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?”

Embarrassed, the young man confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.

“So, go back and see the wonders of my world,” said the wise man. “You can’t trust a man if you don’t know his house.”

Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art that hung from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around the palace, the delicacy of the flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed in its niche. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail all that he had seen.

“But where are the two drops of oil that I entrusted to you?” asked the sage.

Looking down at the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled the oil.

“Well, that is the only advice I have to give you,” said the sage of sages. “The Secret of Happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon.”

The joy of doing something for no particular reason

I envy this guy matt from . In 2005 he left his job traveled around the world and made a viral video of him dancing in many places.

Then Stride sponsored him to do it once more in many other places u can find that video here.( . They came out with the latest one where urself to understand why people do something without a purpose just for fun its a lot of fun :) there is a high definition version in his site.

Few things

There are few things i enjoy a lot , like listening to someone who is really intelligent and makes a lot of sense when they talk - who knows what they want in their life, a good book, a night at the beach, a good discussion with a friend, good food, a destination-less walk, a well made movie and a couple of other things :). In the list the only thing i get to do often is to watch a well made movie, other things are pretty rare.

In that list i recently watched a movie called Bella. It was a wonderful movie and i liked a scene from it particularly a lot. The main characters in the plot meet a blind beggar who makes paper art in the street. He asks one of the charactor "Would you like one of these paper art frog ?". She doesn't have any cash so she replies can not buy it. Then he tells her that he could give her one for free if she spends some time describing the surrounding to him. she is glad and starts describing the surrounding, "Its the usual city nothing special , everybody hurrying to their work, as usual the cars are running fast in a hurry , the usual signals and stuff.. nothing big" ..... the blind begger replies. "wow i wish i could see that!"

Sometimes the things we take for granted , the small things left unsaid can change and cheer someone else day. I rememeber i wrote a poem once in this theame ( .And u can find a similar incident in Ab blog too(