<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849</id><updated>2009-11-12T09:11:19.050+05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Myth in Creation: Awais Aftab's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>"The others experienced nothing like it, even though they heard the same tales."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>815</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-5632841708754132537</id><published>2009-11-07T18:41:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:44:27.071+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Prose'/><title type='text'>Psychedelic: Episode 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychedelic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Awais Aftab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Episode 3: The Prophet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have thirty minutes to solve this math test,” May Magdalin went around the class, handing out the question paper to first grade students, as they settled down in their seats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kids, they are so cute,” she almost sighed as she looked at them, fumbling with the cross hanging around her neck. Little saints. She had just found out last week that she was pregnant, and was very eager at the prospect of being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pauline! Don’t look at Peter’s answers!” she said aloud as she spotted her craning out her neck. And then she saw Thomas behind her, staring intently at his page, hand and pencil frozen as if in mid-movement, facial expression reflecting anticipation. Sensing something odd, she walked up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tom, are you okay?” She bended, and asked gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at her, an intensity in his eyes. Light came in from the window behind his head, creating a momentary simulation of a halo around him, titillating her Christian heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why aren’t you writing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom replied with prophetic assurance, as if it was the most natural thing to say, “I am waiting for the voices to tell me the answers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May, stunned, could only breathe out, “Jesus...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-5632841708754132537?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/5632841708754132537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=5632841708754132537' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/5632841708754132537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/5632841708754132537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/11/psychedelic-episode-3.html' title='Psychedelic: Episode 3'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-6710243708585290073</id><published>2009-11-07T18:02:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:03:56.245+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aati Encounters'/><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aati:&lt;/span&gt; No wonder i am drawn to you! You're the Saint of Doubt, and i'm Doubt itself ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-6710243708585290073?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/6710243708585290073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=6710243708585290073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6710243708585290073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6710243708585290073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/11/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-6576927358877864511</id><published>2009-11-06T21:16:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:21:41.729+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Issues'/><title type='text'>Is 'Drawing Room Talk' a Necessary Ritual in the Context of an Arranged Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My comments on a post '&lt;a href="http://uni-aza.blogspot.com/2009/11/drawing-room-talk.html"&gt;Drawing Room Talk&lt;/a&gt;' written by Uni on her blog. Please read the post first before reading the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I were a guy, I would surely not subject any female on the planet to such idiocy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sentiments too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is any other 'foolproof' way. I have tried to think a lot about it. But if we posit an essentially segregated society, in which there is little male-female interaction (which would make dating unlikely and frowned upon, and which is what, i presume, you want), then there remains no other way for a family looking for a girl to go and see the girl they have heard about. Obviously, no family would just accept any girl without even meeting her. &lt;b&gt;So, in the setting of an arranged marriage, there has to be some sort of a "meeting". The only question then remains of the manner in which it is conducted.&lt;/b&gt; But if the mother in law wants a particular type of wife for her son, then she has the right to question the girl in order to judge the presence or absence of those characteristics she wants in her daughter in law. &lt;b&gt;She is not there to make friends, remember. She is looking for a daughter in law.&lt;/b&gt; And by actually entertaining the visits of such a rishta-seeking lady, the girl and her family is tacitly giving the boy's family the approval to be examined in this degrading manner. So, in my view, such a "sight-seeing" becomes almost impossible to avoid in the context of an arranged marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cases in which it doesn't happen like this is when a marriage happens within a family between two cousins, or between two family friends. There is no "sight-seeing" because the families already know each other. Or when the boy and the girl are already familiar with each other to some extent by virtue of being college mates or something like that, but this latter thing is more of a mixture of love-marriage-arranged-marriage, and not a pure arranged marriage happening in the context of gender segregation that had been assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that can be done is to make the girl's role more active. In this typical sight-seeing, the girl is meant to be purely passive, as if she is on display. If the girl's role in the rishta process is more active, then she won't just be a decoration piece... she can direct the conversation on her own terms, and refuse to take any shit from arrogant old ladies looking for their ideal daughter-in-law. &lt;b&gt;So, perhaps the best advice for girls from me would be, excuse my language: Take no shit.&lt;/b&gt; But given how our society expects girls to be submissive and polite and silent, that might just be the biggest offense a girl can commit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally don't want an arranged marriage for myself, and i have a positive view of dating. But well, that's just my &lt;i&gt;personal&lt;/i&gt; preference :) Those who want an arranged marriage for themselves, please go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-6576927358877864511?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/6576927358877864511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=6576927358877864511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6576927358877864511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6576927358877864511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-drawing-room-talk-necessary-ritual.html' title='Is &apos;Drawing Room Talk&apos; a Necessary Ritual in the Context of an Arranged Marriage'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-5112083582317459046</id><published>2009-11-03T01:09:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:12:27.023+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>While I Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs47/i/2009/223/4/5/While_I_Sleep__STAMP_by_Anton101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 315px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.com/fs47/i/2009/223/4/5/While_I_Sleep__STAMP_by_Anton101.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anton101.deviantart.com/art/WhileISleep-132932145"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WhileISleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://anton101.deviantart.com/"&gt;Anton101&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on deviantART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawing says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;While I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream only of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-5112083582317459046?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/5112083582317459046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=5112083582317459046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/5112083582317459046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/5112083582317459046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/11/while-i-sleep.html' title='While I Sleep'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-2259126931413944015</id><published>2009-10-31T18:08:00.008+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:30:32.757+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Prose'/><title type='text'>Psychedelic: Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychedelic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Awais Aftab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Episode 2: The Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up. Just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fog surrounds my bed. On the wall, a self-made calendar announces an impossible date. 16 June 1904. “Damn you, Joyce.” I mumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find that girl today. The girl with the lipstick. The girl with no shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait at the coffee shop. She doesn’t show up. The man at the counter doesn’t like me. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She just exists in your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch the tissue paper in my pocket; it feels real. I decide to go to the library. I have never been to this one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libraries are scary places. The books talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh. And a chuckle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not scared of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter the place. There is a counter just in front. There is a girl there, but she has a shadow. “How may I help you, sir?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm… I am looking for…” I look around confusingly. There she is! “I am looking for her.” I point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The counter-girl makes an expression. “Penelope!” she calls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulysses will kill you. A sneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at me; her lips curl. She comes and takes me by the arm; her eyes say something to the counter-girl. I step along, curious. She pulls me in an aisle between two rows of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was expecting you yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You weren’t exactly clear about the meeting.” I take out her note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no lipstick on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, you brought my message.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How do you know I don’t have a shadow?” I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has playful eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I hear voices. I know you hear them too. They told me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Liar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happens to shadows when light falls on them?” She asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They disappear.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You had a shadow once. Light fell on it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What, she is the Oracle of Delphi now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books start to whisper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telemachus, Nestor, Proteus, Calypso&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lotus Eaters, Hades, Aeolus&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you read Jung?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A long time ago…” … when I was in the institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung! Oh, the archetype. The shadow. “Everyone carries a shadow.” I mutter as I remember the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We don’t. Because we hear them. We hear our shadows… Shadows don’t remain shadows when they talk.” She says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not a shadow. She’s crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autonomous, obsessive, possessive, primitive, emotional unconscious. Does mine talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She’s delusional. Trying to explain her hallucinations in Jungian terms. You have seen people like her. &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am the &lt;/span&gt;real&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you remember the story of the Frog Prince?” She suddenly says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frogs turning into Princes. Fairy tales. Kafkaesque-ness in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A spoiled princess has to befriend a frog. Initially she is horrified and disgusted. However, there comes a magic moment of transformation. The modern versions say it’s a kiss. For the more austere early story-tellers, it is enough for the frog to spend the night on her pillow. According to Brothers Grimm, she throws the frog against the wall. Whatever. Boom. Abracadabra. The frog mutates into a handsome prince.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What a cliché.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Freudian would say…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mumbo-Jumbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“…that it is the story of a young woman getting over her fear of sex. But Joseph Campbell, influenced by Jung…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate these crappy psychologists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“… believed that Frog represents the Shadow. The archetype. The kiss is symbolic of the acceptance of the unconscious by the conscious. The prince without a shadow. An act like that, I would symbolize it with nothing less than sex. A mere kiss?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do children need to read Jung-Freud wrapped up in a cookie anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You read a lot, don’t you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I work in a library.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sparkles; and saying so, without warning she leans forward on her toes and presses her mouth onto mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She could have thrown you against the wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She offers a risqué smile and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of human lips. What an odd taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;May or May Not be Continued…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-2259126931413944015?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/2259126931413944015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=2259126931413944015' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2259126931413944015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2259126931413944015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/psychedelic-episode-2.html' title='Psychedelic: Episode 2'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-3696819560338995336</id><published>2009-10-30T16:50:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:52:21.315+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics'/><title type='text'>Quantum Entanglement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; Hey Don, are you, are you familiar with, um, quantum entanglement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don:&lt;/span&gt; Um, I don't think so, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; Okay, it's a theory that holds that photons come in pairs that are separated by space and time, but always in instantaneous, inexplicable communication. Einstein calls it "spooky action at a distance." But you know I find it... I find the notion fairly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don:&lt;/span&gt; How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Larry:&lt;/span&gt; Well, uh, I mean, we affect each other, even when we don't mean to, even when we don't want to, we're connected, you see, even when we try to be unaffected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don:&lt;/span&gt; Why do I get the feeling you're talking about my love life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Numb3rs, Episode 2.01, Judgment Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-3696819560338995336?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/3696819560338995336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=3696819560338995336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3696819560338995336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3696819560338995336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/quantum-entanglement.html' title='Quantum Entanglement'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-3276942795813554869</id><published>2009-10-29T22:14:00.012+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:31:01.446+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychedelic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Prose'/><title type='text'>Psychedelic: Episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychedelic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Awais Aftab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Episode 1: The Shadow  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’ll it be, Tom?” the waitress asks, knowing a cup of coffee is all I ever buy, drinking it slowly so the man at the counter can’t kick me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would the waitress be called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Just coffee, Martha.” I reply, my reluctant gaze wandering over to meet a glare from afar. “And hold the cream.” I add as an afterthought. I look at her as she nods. Age ravages faces, once beautiful, but hers had never known beauty, only age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head to clear the fog surrounding my senses. Every morning it is like this. I am losing touch of the world. Touch of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do something about the voices in my head. I sigh. Martha slides the coffee in front of me. I let the warmth permeate into my hand, as I take a gulp and wait for the caffeine to kick in. I hear that song again in the background, the one they play so much. Ah, I love the lyrics. I begin to hum the words along with it. "Got my psycho-delic feet, in my psycho-delic shoes, I believe lordy mama got the psycho-delic blues, tell me how long do I have to wait, or can I get you now, or must I hesitay-ay-ay-ate." Martha bores at me as if I am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glance sideways. I feel those penetrating eyes in the corner. It’s the same girl, same table. She’s always there in the shop when I come. And she is always reading that book. Why is she staring at me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! How could she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s that girl in the left corner?” I whisper as Martha passes by. She looks up at her. “She works in the library down the street. Lives alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I notice the glasses around her eyes, as if they have popped out of non-existence. And I discern her ruffled hair. And that she is tall for a woman; 6 feet, I guess. Casual, unkempt clothes. Her eyes lift up at me again and again. Sometimes a scowl. Sometimes a smirk. Sometimes thoughtful anthropological observation. She makes me uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes a lipstick out of her purse, looks into my eyes, scribbles something on a tissue paper, glares at me again, picks up her things and walks out of the shop, the piece of tissue paper abandoned behind, tempting my curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, trying not to draw much attention to myself, I walk to her corner and pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You and me, we don’t have a shadow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment the world turns into a swish of blurred colors, in which I search desperately for my shadow, but then the world churns back to normal and I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a fake shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality, really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, how could she!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-3276942795813554869?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/3276942795813554869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=3276942795813554869' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3276942795813554869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3276942795813554869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/psychedelic-episode-1.html' title='Psychedelic: Episode 1'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-8988653660001422312</id><published>2009-10-27T16:35:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T16:42:39.561+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aati Encounters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationships'/><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aati:&lt;/span&gt; People don't and shouldn't morph into generic 'pillars of a relationship' type characters when in one. The relationship should be defined through them, they shouldn't be defined by the relationship. The stronger the bond, the less its survival will depend on an ability to suffocate and deform personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-8988653660001422312?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/8988653660001422312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=8988653660001422312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8988653660001422312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8988653660001422312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-6848317983171380521</id><published>2009-10-27T13:23:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:56:18.693+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extracts'/><title type='text'>Evolution as a Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is heartening to see that so many scientists and philosophers wrote letters to New York Times, responding to &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/11/books/review/Wade-t.html"&gt;Nicholas Wade's review&lt;/a&gt; of Dawkins's book, in which he said that evolution is not a "fact" as claimed by Dawkins.  [I had also posted that review sometime back on &lt;a href="http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/evolution-all-around.html"&gt;my blog&lt;/a&gt;, in which, i admit, i had described it as a 'balanced review', which perhaps only reveals that the issue of distinction between theory and fact can get quite confusing at times.] These letters can be found &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/25/books/review/Letters-t-THEFACTOFEVO_LETTERS.html?_r=2"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://papercuts.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/10/23/letters-scientists-respond-to-our-review-of-richard-dawkinss-greatest-show-on-earth/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be posting some extracts below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "If geologists had to confront a similar propaganda campaign against plate tectonics, they would get a little testy too, I imagine, and physicists might grow impatient if they had to devote half their professional time and energy to fending off claims that quantum mechanics is the work of the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Dennet, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="italic"&gt;author of “Breaking the Spell” and “Darwin’s Dangerous Idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="italic"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="italic"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; "The crucial point is that, as Dawkins appreciates, the distinction between theory and fact, in philosophical discussions as in everyday speech, can be drawn in two quite distinct ways. On the one hand, theories are conceived as general systems for explanation and prediction, while facts are specific reports about local events and processes. On the other hand, “theory” is used to suggest that there is room for reasonable doubt, whereas “fact” suggests something so amply confirmed by the evidence that it may be accepted without debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opponents of evolution slide from supposing that evolution is a theory, in the first sense, to concluding that it is (only) a theory, in the second. Any such inference is fallacious, in that many systematic approaches to domains of natural phenomena — like the understanding of chemical reactions in terms of atoms and molecules, and the study of heredity in terms of nucleic acids — are so well supported that they count as facts (in the second sense). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Many scientists and philosophers who have written about evolution have pointed out that the contemporary theory that descends from Darwin has the same status — it, too, should count as a “fact.”&lt;/span&gt; Dawkins is entirely justified in following them."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Philip Kitcher, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Dewey professor of philosophy at Columbia University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* "Evolution is a fact, natural selection is a process and Darwin’s theory is that the fact is explained by the process. The facts of evolution are as evident as any facts about the past can be. So is the fact that blind variation and natural selection can produce a lot of adaptational change. Darwin’s theory about how it does so is indeed a work in progress, but one whose basic correctness is no more open to doubt that General Relativity."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alex Rosenberg&lt;em&gt;, R. Taylor Cole professor of philosophy at Duke University.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* "&lt;/em&gt;In his review “The Greatest Show on Earth,” Nicholas Wade erred by insisting that because evolution is a theory, it cannot also be a fact. Actually, evolution is both. Darwin marshaled a convincing body of evidence for the fact of evolution. He also theorized a process, natural selection, to explain how evolution occurs. All great scientific theories have these two components: evidence revealing patterns in nature, and hypothesized natural processes that explain those patterns."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mark A. Schlessman&lt;em&gt;, Professor of biology at Vassar College&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;"The confusion concerns Dawkins’s correct claim that it is misleading to refer to the thesis that the species evolved as “just a theory.” &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like the Copernican theory, the theory of evolution is a theory to be sure, but it is also a theory now known to be factually correct.&lt;/span&gt; It is a fact, a known fact, that the earth revolves around the sun and that the species evolved. Theories about the mechanics of how evolution occurs are, as Wade points, still being debated and are not yet complete. But Dawkins is not denying this."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ed Erwin&lt;em&gt;, Professor of philosophy at the University of Miami.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dawkins is referring to the overwhelming physical evidence of biological evolution — both fossil evidence and molecular evidence — as “fact,” which as far as scientific facts go, is as firm a fact as any.&lt;/span&gt; It is the mechanism of evolution that is still not completely understood, and attempts to describe this mechanism are “theories of evolution.”"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peter C. Rowson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stanford Linear Accelerator Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* "Of course both claims are correct. The analogy in physics is that the gravitational force exists as a fact, whereas the theory explaining the gravitational force evolved over time from Newton’s view to that of Einstein, and is now accepted to be Einstein’s General Theory of Relativity. In a similar manner, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the evolution of life is a fact, whereas the theory explaining the evolution of life is Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, Darwin’s theory of natural selection is often called the theory of evolution, leading to unnecessary confusion with the fact of the evolution of life."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Larry Woolf&lt;em&gt;, Principal optical scientist and program manager at General Atomics in San Diego, Calif.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;* &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the “fact” of evolution, biologists mean that all of the animals, plants and bacteria that are now alive, or have ever lived, have a common ancestor that was alive over a billion years ago. This claim is beyond dispute among biologists.&lt;/span&gt; We will never understand all of the various mechanisms that have resulted in evolution but there is no evidence that casts the slightest shadow of doubt over the fact of evolution. The biochemistry, DNA inheritance and cell biology of all living things point indisputably to a common ancestor. That is the “fact” of evolution, and it should not be confused, as Wade seems to have done, with the theory of how we got here from that common ancestor."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lewis Greenwald&lt;em&gt;, Associate professor in the Department of Evolution, Ecology and Organismal Biology at the Ohio State University.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-6848317983171380521?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/6848317983171380521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=6848317983171380521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6848317983171380521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6848317983171380521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/evolution-as-fact.html' title='Evolution as a Fact'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-7881407160963264863</id><published>2009-10-26T20:51:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:52:33.727+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogues'/><title type='text'>Cryptic Thoughts 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X:&lt;/span&gt; Find the girl who reminds you of Autumn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-7881407160963264863?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/7881407160963264863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=7881407160963264863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/7881407160963264863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/7881407160963264863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/cryptic-thoughts-3.html' title='Cryptic Thoughts 3'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-277180923693366745</id><published>2009-10-25T18:46:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:01:12.135+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extracts'/><title type='text'>Nietzsche's Disclaimer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" lang="EN-GB"&gt;"If this writing  is incomprehensible to someone or other and hurts his ears, the blame for that,  it strikes me, is not necessarily mine. The writing is sufficiently clear given  the conditions I set out—that you have first read my earlier writings and have  taken some trouble to do that... In other cases the aphoristic  form creates difficulties. These stem from the fact that nowadays people don’t  take this form &lt;i&gt;seriously enough&lt;/i&gt;. An aphorism, properly stamped and  poured, has not yet been “deciphered” simply by being read. It’s much more the  case that only now can one begin &lt;i&gt;to explicate&lt;/i&gt; it, and that requires an  art of interpretation.... Of course, in order  to practice this style of reading as&lt;i&gt; art&lt;/i&gt;, one thing is above all  essential, something that today has been thoroughly forgotten... —&lt;i&gt;rumination&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genealogy of Morals&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;a href="http://records.viu.ca/%7EJohnstoi/Nietzsche/genealogypreface.htm"&gt;Prologue&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-277180923693366745?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/277180923693366745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=277180923693366745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/277180923693366745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/277180923693366745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/nietzsches-disclaimer.html' title='Nietzsche&apos;s Disclaimer'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-2582485956594641895</id><published>2009-10-25T18:23:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:27:39.658+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>Deconstruction of a Form</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs34/i/2008/306/a/7/Deconstruction_of_a_Form_by_EightWeeksYesterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 733px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs34/i/2008/306/a/7/Deconstruction_of_a_Form_by_EightWeeksYesterday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eightweeksyesterday.deviantart.com/art/Deconstruction-of-a-Form-102350914?offset=50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deconstruction of a Form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;a href="http://eightweeksyesterday.deviantart.com/"&gt;EightWeeksYesterday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on deviantART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-2582485956594641895?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/2582485956594641895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=2582485956594641895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2582485956594641895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2582485956594641895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/deconstruction-of-form.html' title='Deconstruction of a Form'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-6205934561731821525</id><published>2009-10-25T18:12:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:18:44.558+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Maxims'/><title type='text'>Super Snob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Snob would persistently engage in an argument because he wants to prove that he was right and the other was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;A Super Snob would simply ignore the argument, because he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; that it is not worth his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-6205934561731821525?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/6205934561731821525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=6205934561731821525' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6205934561731821525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/6205934561731821525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/super-snob.html' title='Super Snob'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-3129302619852728933</id><published>2009-10-23T19:01:00.006+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:32:21.538+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics'/><title type='text'>The Future Uncertainty Principle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's assume scientific determinism is true, and that there is an equation in which we enter the present state A, B, C and it calculates the future state X, Y, Z. However, the very act of calculating what the future is would change that future, because the present state A, B, C did not include the knowledge of the future, and adding the knowledge of the future changes that present state A, B, C, hence making the results of the equation uncertain. (In other words, people can now act differently from what they are supposed to do in the predicted future X, Y, Z, because they now know what that future is.) It is just like Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle. Trying to measure the position of a particle by introducing light into the system changes the position of that particle. Trying to measure the future by means of a deterministic equation changes that very future.  Hence, i shall term it the future uncertainty principle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that calculating the future in this deterministic setting is different from having some sort of a psychic vision of future, and the issue of whether we can change the future in that setting is different from this one. Assuming scientific determinism to be true would also imply psychological determinism, and hence a denial of free will of a sort. This thought experiment also assumes that calculating the future is possible, since determinism does not automatically imply that it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-3129302619852728933?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/3129302619852728933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=3129302619852728933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3129302619852728933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3129302619852728933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-uncertainty-principle.html' title='The Future Uncertainty Principle'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-3361217505481951995</id><published>2009-10-23T15:04:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:06:27.151+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extracts'/><title type='text'>The Personal Flavor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;William James once argued that every philosophic system sets out to conceal, first of all, the philosopher’s own temperament: that pre-rational bundle of preferences that urges him to hop on whatever logic-train seems to be already heading in his general direction. This creates, as James put it, “a certain insincerity in our philosophic discussions: the potentest of all our premises is never mentioned … What the system pretends to be is a picture of the great universe of God. What it is—and oh so flagrantly!—is the revelation of how intensely odd the personal flavor of some fellow creature is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpt from&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an article on the life and works of Ayn Rand&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/arts/books/features/60120/"&gt;Mrs. Logic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nymag.com/arts/books/features/60120/"&gt; by Sam Anderson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-3361217505481951995?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/3361217505481951995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=3361217505481951995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3361217505481951995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/3361217505481951995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/personal-flavor.html' title='The Personal Flavor'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-2646982933658782675</id><published>2009-10-21T23:00:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:05:47.693+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X:&lt;/span&gt; I sometimes wish that I believed in a hell where I could condemn all these self-righteous, judging, arrogant believers. And then I realize why prophets invented hell, and where this need to believe in it comes from: from the desire to punish the people who reject and ridicule you, from the desire to have the ultimate last laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-2646982933658782675?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/2646982933658782675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=2646982933658782675' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2646982933658782675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2646982933658782675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/hell.html' title='Hell'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-8192851053514113979</id><published>2009-10-19T00:26:00.008+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:44:41.249+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>The Story of a Balcony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiwdeFjNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xJpc3kMoa3k/s1600-h/Majas+on+a+balcony+met.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiwdeFjNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xJpc3kMoa3k/s400/Majas+on+a+balcony+met.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394013563390364882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Majas on a Balcony&lt;/span&gt; by Francisco Goya, showing two women, probably courtesans, being over-seen by two shadowy sinister figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiVQn5NVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2nB262bowWM/s1600-h/Manet+Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiVQn5NVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/2nB262bowWM/s400/Manet+Balcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394013096085370194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Balcony&lt;/span&gt; by Edouard Manet. "&lt;a href="http://www.musee-orsay.fr/en/collections/works-in-focus/painting/commentaire_id/the-balcony-7199.html?tx_commentaire_pi1[pidLi]=509&amp;amp;tx_commentaire_pi1[from]=841&amp;amp;cHash=ed0bf50b6e"&gt;The painting tells no story or anecdote; the protagonists are frozen, as if isolated in an interior dream, evidence that Manet was freeing himself from academic constraints, despite the obvious reference to Goya's &lt;em&gt;Majas at the Balcony&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiGPKvkxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u0PgjmCCgtM/s1600-h/Russell+Conner+The_spanish_visitors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiGPKvkxI/AAAAAAAAAU4/u0PgjmCCgtM/s400/Russell+Conner+The_spanish_visitors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394012837996630802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Spanish Visitors by Russell Conner. "&lt;a href="http://russellconnor.com/gallery_1.html"&gt;This painting joins two of the most famous balcony scenes since Romeo and Juliet. Goya's Majas on a Balcony, with two women of uncertain virtue leaning on a railing and two mysterious men lurking behind, must have hovered in Manet's imagination when he painted his own The Balcony almost sixty years later.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/Stth8A8OPKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VApLRVNctSg/s1600-h/Magritte+-+Perspective+II,+Manet%27s+Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/Stth8A8OPKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/VApLRVNctSg/s400/Magritte+-+Perspective+II,+Manet%27s+Balcony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394012662378937506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perspective II: Manet's Balcony&lt;/span&gt; by Rene Magritte. "&lt;a href="http://www.lowcountries.ugent.be/docs/MSK.pdf"&gt;René Magritte is Belgium’s most important Surrealist painter. His work is disturbing, ironic, yet at the same time poetic. In one of his most famous paintings, “Manet’s Balcony”, he replaced the figures from Manet’s painting with coffins. This macabre sense of humour is typical of Magritte. Magritte enjoyed playing with paradoxes through which he continually questioned traditional western images and perceptions.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-8192851053514113979?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/8192851053514113979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=8192851053514113979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8192851053514113979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8192851053514113979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-of-balcony.html' title='The Story of a Balcony'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Hy-7yCXJ9k/SttiwdeFjNI/AAAAAAAAAVI/xJpc3kMoa3k/s72-c/Majas+on+a+balcony+met.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-4876368215032354260</id><published>2009-10-17T16:04:00.002+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:07:11.189+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs and Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Greg Laswell - Your Ghost</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DejH3qnhQrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DejH3qnhQrA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="375" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-4876368215032354260?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/4876368215032354260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=4876368215032354260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/4876368215032354260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/4876368215032354260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/greg-laswell-your-ghost.html' title='Greg Laswell - Your Ghost'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-8779431333629917410</id><published>2009-10-16T20:02:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:08:54.448+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Maxims'/><title type='text'>Secrets and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X:&lt;/span&gt; You are comfortable with your life, happy with your friends, and then suddenly one day you have a secret; doesn't matter what it is, it's just something that doesn't align with the moral compass of your buddies. And it strikes you that all those people you thought were the closest to you, you can no longer trust them. That's what this secret does. It uproots you from your comfortable illusion of being accepted. It painfully alienates you from your friends, who have just been rendered fake. And you realize that all the while you were looking for friends at the wrong place. A person who has no secrets doesn't know where to look for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-8779431333629917410?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/8779431333629917410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=8779431333629917410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8779431333629917410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8779431333629917410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets-and-friends.html' title='Secrets and Friends'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-8121484690345740251</id><published>2009-10-16T18:16:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T18:27:33.582+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Issues'/><title type='text'>Youth Help Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Youth Help Line by Rozan is a free telephone psychological counseling service available to the youth of Pakistan at the toll free number &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0800 22444&lt;/span&gt;, and has helped thousands of troubled minds and prevented many suicides. At YHL, trained psychologists provide guidance regarding any psycho-sexual problem a person may be going through. This is how the &lt;a href="http://rozan.org/content/view/58/61/"&gt;Rozen website&lt;/a&gt; describes its program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;"The Youth Help Line (YHL) is a resource centre working on the emotional and sexual health of young people. It is primarily a toll free telephone counseling service that operates 7 days a week from 10am to 8pm and can be accessed by areas with telephone code starting with 05 and 09 . This includes the entire NWFP and northern areas and parts of Punjab. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;YHL is a unique counseling service as it is the first free help line in Pakistan that was launched exclusively for young people. It provides information, counseling, guidance, and emotional support to the youth in a non-judgmental and non-threatening environment. The service is &lt;strong&gt;completely confidential&lt;/strong&gt;, enabling the youth to approach the Helpline on a whole range of issues and concerns associated with adolescence and growing up. These issues may include: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Low self esteem and lack of self confidence &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family dynamics and relationships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Careers &amp;amp; academic issues &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical changes taking place in the body &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bullying and peer pressure &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drug abuse &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical and emotional abuse" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawn.com/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/news/columnists/14-youth-helpline-doing-yeoman-service-zj-04"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is an excellent review of the YHL Service at Dawn. YHL is doing a great job, and we should all laud its efforts towards a much neglected area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-8121484690345740251?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/8121484690345740251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=8121484690345740251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8121484690345740251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/8121484690345740251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/youth-help-line.html' title='Youth Help Line'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-720311925318419173</id><published>2009-10-14T15:47:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:51:49.152+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the News'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Large Hadron Collider</title><content type='html'>One of the craziest things i have heard about the Large Hadron Collider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Then it will be time to test one of the most bizarre and revolutionary theories in science. I’m not talking about extra dimensions of space-time, &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/science/topics/dark_matter/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 66, 118);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dark matter or even black holes that eat the Earth. No, I’m talking about the notion that the troubled collider is being sabotaged by its own future. A pair of otherwise distinguished physicists have suggested that the hypothesized Higgs boson, which physicists hope to produce with the collider, might be so abhorrent to nature that its creation would ripple backward through time and stop the collider before it could make one, like a time traveler who goes back in time to kill his grandfather."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/13/science/space/13lhc.html?pagewanted=1&amp;amp;_r=1&amp;amp;hpw"&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-720311925318419173?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/720311925318419173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=720311925318419173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/720311925318419173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/720311925318419173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/large-hadron-collider.html' title='Large Hadron Collider'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-1434642508853175210</id><published>2009-10-13T01:39:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T01:40:44.323+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV series'/><title type='text'>The Cheerleader Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barney:&lt;/span&gt; Ahhh, there is so much to teach you all. You have just become victims of ... the Cheerleader Effect. Glad you asked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cheerleader Effect is when a group of women seems hot,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but only as a group.&lt;/span&gt; Just like with cheerleaders. They seem hot, but take each one of them individually….sled dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother, Episode 4.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-1434642508853175210?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/1434642508853175210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=1434642508853175210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/1434642508853175210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/1434642508853175210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerleader-effect.html' title='The Cheerleader Effect'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-1338932807699709619</id><published>2009-10-12T01:24:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:32:51.856+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extracts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Evolution All Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Dawkins invites the reader to share the frustration of an imaginary history teacher, some of whose students refuse to accept that the Roman Empire ever existed, or that Latin is the mother tongue from which the Romance languages evolved. Instead of concentrating on how Western culture emerged from the institutions of the Roman state, the teacher must spend time combating a school board that insists he give equal time to their alternative view that French has been spoken from time immemorial and that Caesar never came or saw or conquered. This is exactly analogous to the plight of the biology teacher trying to acquaint students with the richness of modern biology in states where fundamentalist opponents of evolution hold sway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/11/books/review/Wade-t.html?pagewanted=2&amp;amp;_r=1&amp;amp;ref=books"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Wade, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evolution All Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very balanced review of Dawkins' new book 'The Greatest Show on Earth'. I would recommend the reader to read the whole article. Here are its ending lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"This brings me to the intellectual flaw, or maybe it’s a fault just of tone, in Dawkins’s otherwise eloquent paean to evolution: he has let himself slip into being as dogmatic as his opponents. He has become the Savonarola of science, condemning the doubters of evolution as “history-­deniers” who are “worse than ignorant” and “deluded to the point of perversity.” This is not the language of science, or civility. Creationists insist evolution is only a theory, Dawkins that it’s only a fact. Neither claim is correct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-1338932807699709619?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/1338932807699709619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=1338932807699709619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/1338932807699709619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/1338932807699709619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/evolution-all-around.html' title='Evolution All Around'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-4569425431596064579</id><published>2009-10-11T21:20:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:30:24.005+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Conversations: In Defence of Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An extract from an email conversation with a friend over the statement "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There must be some driving force that makes all that [events of life] happen, otherwise it would indicate that the events happen haphazardly, which doesn’t make any sense...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't haphazard make sense? In fact, if we collect data on a large scale, haphazard makes much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; sense than assuming the existence of any rational force behind it. Pick up the newspaper of any day, so many murders, accidents, suicides, fightings, so much injustice. The world is a messed up place. If there is a God, one could be justified in declaring him to be a malevolent and evil God, who allows the existence of so much misery and pain in the very world He created. So, you see, depending on the perspective, randomness doesn't seem that bad an option to consider. There is no logical irrefutable argument to rule out randomness as the underlying reality. Secondly, many people when they think, they think in a polarized fashion. They think events are either determined by God or by blind chance. But these are not the only two options. An event like a break-up of a relationship is a socially complex phenomenon with many psycho-social variables. It is logical to think that the individual forces of individual people act collectively (but nevertheless logically) in a fashion to produce a result that appears to follow no visible logic. Consider an analogy with physics. Take two masses M1 and M2. The gravitational force between two bodies can easily be calculated using Newton's law. Simple mathematics. Now consider three bodies M1, M2 and M3. The law remains the same, but now there are three bodies to account for, the math becomes difficult to solve and we have to resort to approximations. Now consider ten bodies M1 to M10, all exerting Gravitational force on each other, each individual case following the simple gravitational law, but to calculate the collective effect of the forces of these 10 bodies would be a mathematical nightmare, with equations becoming so complex that they would be impossible to solve. That means we would not be able to predict the behaviour of that system because it is too complex, but it would not mean that the system is not following a specific law. Humans are like these masses, each driven by psychological and social forces, but the cumulative effect of these forces is too complex for us to make sense of in their entirety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, God is not the only consistent explanation for events of life, and these other options are not easy to rule out. And until they are not ruled out, one is not justified in saying "there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; be some driving force".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-4569425431596064579?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/4569425431596064579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=4569425431596064579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/4569425431596064579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/4569425431596064579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/conversations-in-defence-of-randomness.html' title='Conversations: In Defence of Randomness'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8980517681041523849.post-2964871015059968331</id><published>2009-10-10T18:53:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T18:55:46.726+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Choice or Certainty</title><content type='html'>What is love? To make a conscious choice amidst doubts or to wait for subconscious certainty to wash over you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8980517681041523849-2964871015059968331?l=awaisaftab.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/feeds/2964871015059968331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8980517681041523849&amp;postID=2964871015059968331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2964871015059968331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8980517681041523849/posts/default/2964871015059968331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awaisaftab.blogspot.com/2009/10/choice-or-certainty.html' title='Choice or Certainty'/><author><name>Awais</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04718828055532728613</uri><email>awaisaftab@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14157880462234223988'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>