The universe is destined to end. Before it does, could an advanced civilisation escape via a "wormhole" into a parallel universe? The idea seems like science fiction, but it is consistent with the laws of physics and biology. Here's how to do it ...
The universe is out of control, in a runaway acceleration. Eventually all intelligent life will face the final doom—the big freeze. An advanced civilisation must embark on the ultimate journey: fleeing to a parallel universe.
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- Asathoma Sadgamaya, Thamasoma Jyothirgamaya, Mrithyoma Amrithamgamaya.
- The Journey towards Eternity. In search of our existence
- I think, therefore I created my 'Self' : araf karsh (1968 - 2010)
- There are no answers for any problems, ONLY CHOICES!
Monday, January 31, 2005
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
President Kalam's mantra for national prosperity
Following is an extract from the Indian President Kalam’s Republic Day speech echoing the same concerns I raised in the blog India in the year 2020
To find out more about this, read more in my blog The Land of Vedas / Indian President Kalam’s mantra for national prosperity
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APJ Abdul Kalam,
India 2020,
Poverty
Friday, January 21, 2005
India in the year 2020
GDP1 (Gross Domestic Product) Distribution.
- 25% is from Agriculture
- 30% is from Industry (of which 19% is manufacturing)
- 45% is from Services & Information Technology
Labor Force: 470 million
Labor Force Distribution
- 60% Agriculture
- 23% Industry
- 17% Services & Information Technology
- 45% is from Services & Information Technology
Labor Force: 470 million
Labor Force Distribution
- 60% Agriculture
- 23% Industry
- 17% Services & Information Technology
To find out more about this, read more in my blog The Land of Vedas / India in the year 2020
Labels:
APJ Abdul Kalam,
GDP,
India 2020,
Poverty
Thursday, January 06, 2005
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Here is something I wrote when I was in College.
No reply for so long
My heart sings a sad song.
It’s the shear waiting
Which makes me driving
Out of my mind
And makes my heart faint.
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My heart sings a sad song.
It’s the shear waiting
Which makes me driving
Out of my mind
And makes my heart faint.
I remember your tender kisses
The feel of your hands, your caress
But now no sense in dreaming
Without you, my life has no meaning.
The feel of your hands, your caress
But now no sense in dreaming
Without you, my life has no meaning.
To find out more about this, read more in my blog Arts and Literature / No Reply
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