2-2016 Sycophancy unlimited

Have you ever considered visiting Einstein’s grave? You wouldn’t be able to do it even if you wanted. Before he died, the physicist made it clear that he didn’t want to be buried, since he was terrified of the idea that his resting place might become a pilgrimage site for admirers and the curious. This is why he was cremated and his ashes were scattered in the United States, near the Delaware river, not far away from Princeton University, where he had developed most of his scientific career. But Einstein’s most important legacy, all his scientific and non-scientific papers, his photographs and the rights to his works, are kept in the Hebrew University of Jerusalem, in the Edmond J. Safra campus. Some of the documents have been digitized and are available to the public.

Compare this to the condition in India. Every politician and everyone of his sycophant followers wants to engrave their names in every public space in this country. They want all airports, all hospitals, all street corners and even all graveyards to be named after them. Never mind if passersby before these memorials do not care a damn for the person whose name has been used. The whole drama becomes digustingly stale, considering the proliferation of these so called memorials.

When will we learn to be a more mature nation ?

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1-2016 Add me to the compost pile

If I should die before I wake,
All my bones and sinew take;
Put me in the compost pile,
And decompose me for a while.

Wind, water, rain will have their way,
Returning me to common clay!
All that I am will feed the trees,
and little fishes in the seas.

On radishes and corn you munch–
You might be having me for lunch!
And then excrete me with a grin–
Chortling, “There goes Lee again!!”

(These are the words to a song written by Lee Hays, a member of the Weavers, a folk group who sang in the 1940’s and 50’s)