My thoughts - random musings, really - on anything and everything - politics, religion, sex, travel, food, culture, society, health.
My passion is improving the quality of our lives and of those who will come after us. It's the debt we owe to the people who came before us and gave us amazing things we take for granted, in no particular order - technology, startups, urban housing, underground sewers, running water, electricity, telephone, freeways, cars, democracy, internet, and free speech.
You know it's a rough economy when Guy Kawasaki is tweeting about picking up chicks and TechCrunch is blogging about handshakes & social etiquette and beating up dead horses . But shouldn't these guys be talking about my friend's company that just got funded to do DNA computation in the cloud - or something like that? [Originally posted on my personal blog at muralikd.blogspot.com, May 09, 2009]
Here's a poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade in school My Experience Once upon a time, I had a little donkey Whom I very lovingly, used to call Pinky But in fact, he was very brown And making a fine pair, I looked like a clown Whatever we looked like, that does not matter My story begins, as I grew fatter Allow me to tell you, for your information At that time, was I, a very poor washerman One day, on Pinky, I loaded a huge clothes bunch And on the top I settled, with my heavy paunch Due to the mighty weight, his bones crunched And the next minute, into the air I was launched As I fell on earth, I started groans and moans Nevertheless, the next thing I did was to check my bones My limbs ached, and I felt very sick Later on, I learned that the cause was Pinky's kick After that experience so dim I decided to become slim And hence I advise you, never to become plump For you too, as me, may receive many a bump! [Originally posted on my personal blog a
Your Conscience is Your Compiler! The following is the exact transcript of an IM chat about "Conscience" I had with a friend: Friend: I follow my instincts. Me: Animals follow instincts - humans follow their conscience. It's the only God I know. Your conscience always tells you what's right or wrong. Friend: No murali, I disagree. How do you define what's right? Me: Your conscience tells you- always. If you do something you believe is wrong, you'll feel guilty. If you don't believe it's wrong, you won't feel guilty Friend: Yeah, but why do you do things? Me: Because we are human. Friend: No, it's because we want to survive. Me: It takes a lot of character to always obey your conscience, a lot of strength.We survive either way. But if you and your conscience are on good terms, you have unshakeable self-belief. Friend: Yeah Me: And you'll care about little things like pride, self-respect, principles, character, reputati