Our Limitations


I know I have limitations. I don’t know whether I would ever be able to overcome some of them and push myself forward. A little bit forward that will bring more joy.

However, I am happy with my limitations. Having a boundary in my life expectancy, I will have to go to another world, one day. I will start a new journey. Why should I worry about my limitations? Let me try to overcome it; earnestly, happily. If I fail? I will take it easy!

Once I have known my limitations, my expectations descend in free fall under the influence of gravity! I let them fall and enjoy watching it. It gives me pleasure when I think I have no expectations in my life.

What will I expect? Money? Success? Everything has limitations. I have not come with anything, I will not go with anything. I enjoy my works. I enjoy this or that, or something else, without hurting anybody.

And I am happy about that.

Addition and Extension in English Sentence: the simple short block method

Addition and Extension in English Sentence: the simple short block method

I always maintain a rule: Don’t extend or expand your sentence too much. A sentence is a vehicle of an image, meaning, emotion, and many more things.

So I try to keep it as short as possible; so that each block carries its own meaning. I try to add those blocks in a decoupled way. The advantage is when one block gets corrupted, the other block does not get affected.

How we could try this technique?

Let me present a list first.

  • Addition and Extension: and.
  • Contrast: but, however.
  • Alternative: or
  • Cause: because
  • Time: when, while.

Let me present a few sentences using complex and compound structures.

A boy, named Rajanya, fell in love with a girl, named Nilopher; they decided to leave their village together after three days, which would be Sunday, a holiday. Nilopher’s cousin Farid knew the whole story because he had been a close friend of Rajanya, in fact, primarily he had acted upon as the mediator between them; although, Farid did not like this relationship from the core of his heart.

I have checked this text in Grammarly, and found this report:

  • This text scores better than 99% of all text checked by Grammarly where comparable goals were set.
  • Your text compares in readability to The New York Times. It is likely to be understood by a reader who has at least a 10th-grade education (age 16).
  • The readability score: 46

It was OK. But, not satisfactory. It has got readability score – 46. Now, I will try to make it, at least, above 60. Let me try.

Let me try to write the same text applying the simple short-block-method.

Rajanya fell in love with Nilopher.
They decided to leave their village together after three days. It would be Sunday, a holiday.
Nilopher’s cousin Farid knew the whole story. Farid had been a close friend of Rajanya. Primarily he had acted upon as the mediator between them.
Although, Farid hated this relationship from the core of his heart.

I checked it on Grammarly. Here is the report:

  • This text scores better than 97% of all text checked by Grammarly where comparable goals were set.
  • Your text is likely to be understood by a reader who has at least an 8th-grade education (age 13-14) and should be fairly easy for most adults to read.
  • The readability score: 64

Now, it is your turn to judge. Which one is better.

Sentence Structure: a few key points



Two simultaneous things may take place at the same time.

While something was happening, something happened.

Contrast or Contrary

Good or bad may happen as a result.

Although I knew it was risky, I decided to accept the proposal.


One thing does or does not allow another thing to take place.

Because I was looking at the sea, I did not her her coming.


A real or an imaginary situation where something would have acted upon or not.

If I was having shower, I could not take the call. (Imaginary)

I could take the call, if I had not had the shower. (Real)

The Art of Knowing

The Art of Knowing

The art of knowing is to know what you learn about yourself.

You must reach somewhere. In your writing, in your life. It is quite true that you don’t want to reach anywhere! Well, that is also fine. But you must notice about yourself.

Do you want to be something? A writer? An actor? A singer or coder? Or a gunner like John Smith of ‘The Last Man Standing’ repute? You must love and enjoy your work.

I didn’t realize, and I never tried to identify.

Milton knows ‘each lane and every alley green.. of this wilde Wood.’. Don’t get offended with the ‘wilde’  spelling. At the time of Milton, he wrote that way, when Twitter, Facebook, and WhatsApp were not there.

To get to the knowledge of all the lanes and by-lanes of my mind was difficult. And I cared a fig! I never tried to do that; I never tried to question the impulses that took me to the dark side of the moon.

For a long time, I have suffered from a state characterized by persistent egocentric and aggressive behavior. I could not form normal relationships with others; with women.

Disturbed and insecure childhood, adolescence? Maybe. May not be!
It was in my nature. And I didn’t ask myself why I was doing this? I had more impulse than focused intention. No, I didn’t want to hurt anybody; just impulsive! Overpowering impulse hurt people; I didn’t notice.

There had been one enemy: my own impulses that had made a man more Don Quixotic than Don Quixote; who had hurt many people without seeing the consequences? A childish attention seeker. Bullshit.

After questioning a lot, I kept questioning and tried to learn the root of all evils and found: restlessness! I did not channelize it to more meaningful, organized creations.

When I write my mind achieves peace.

Oh, peaceful state of mind and the art of experiencing yourself.

Peace or desire, the decision is yours

Peace or desire, the decision is yours

Peace and desire, both are endless.
But you cannot fulfill your desire. It is like a bucket that has a hole.
While getting a bodily pleasure, your brain never stops. After some time, your brain wants more variety. And after that, it wants again. This wanton never stops.
Peace has no connection with bad consequences. A desire always does. Anxiety, tension, a fear of getting caught always chase you like a demon.
A physical thrill and psychological kick end in mess. Like a vicious cycle, like an octopus, the endless desire embraces you. Not the embrace of love; it gives you sleepless nights-one after another.
However, is desire always bad?

NASA and the blood-stained Missiles


NASA and the blood-stained missiles

NASA and the blood-stained missiles

The ancient mariner had killed the Albatross. Later he repented.

What happened afterward? The fiery storm damaged the ship. The monster waves drowned the children.
They tried to escape from the fire-spitting missiles. They tried to escape from the claw of death. The children from Afghanistan, Libya, Syria, Iraq, tried to escape the fire, destruction, and death.
But, tell me one truth. How did the US military build the pin-pointed missiles? It flew a thousand miles and struck the hideouts of the terrorists in Iraq, Afghanistan, Syria, and Libya.
Sometimes, they fell on the wrong targets. Houses, where children were playing.
And, boom! The cloak of darkness.
Geodetic or geometric data fired the salvo.
What is that? It is scientific data. The scientific community needs it. Measuring the shape and size of this planet is difficult. The geodetic or geometric data helps us.
But, the US military builds the missiles, using the same data. The published declassified documents tell us the inside story.
NASA did not want this. Tight cooperation between NASA and the US military agencies allowed them to use the same geodetic data.
NASA wanted for scientific endeavor. Military wanted them for building missiles, killing terrorists and common people at same breath.

NASA wanted documents to remain unclassified. So, they bickered and bickered. The conscience roared at the silent ears.
The US missiles used the NASA technology to build the missiles. NASA used their cameras to photograph the moonwalk.
Pause. Human civilization.
Who cares?

Spies in the Skies