Chess is played all over the world today, but in the sixth century, it was played only in India, where it was invented. Back then, according to legend, there was a king who fervently believed in free will. Dice games irked him; he wanted a
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“The maestro of the orchestra of life is the genetic material which directs the proteins, sugars and minerals. It receives signals about the external environment, decides the speed and timing of the reactions and communicates this information to all cells. It breaks down sugars, clears waste, repairs the membrane and reproduces.”
― Indica: A Deep Natural History of the Indian Subcontinent
― Indica: A Deep Natural History of the Indian Subcontinent
“बहुत बोलने से चुप कितना कुछ कहता है! हम एक जगह चुनते हैं, जहाँ बैठे रहने का सुख”
― Tumhare Baare Mein
― Tumhare Baare Mein
“In particular, we won’t be able to judge anyone by their possessions, nor will anyone be able to judge us. No one will comment on our clothes anymore or notice if we stop washing our cars.15 It will render all our purchases completely inconspicuous. And, for what it’s worth, we’ll be completely aware of these changes; we will fully understand the effect the alien had on our species. Let’s call this Obliviation. (Not to be confused with the Harry Potter spell of the same name, which causes memory erasure.) Here’s the big question: How does Obliviation change our behavior as consumers?”
― The Elephant in the Brain: Hidden Motives in Everyday Life
― The Elephant in the Brain: Hidden Motives in Everyday Life
“गुड़ घर के अंदर मटकों में बंद रखा हो, तो कितना ही मूसलाधार पानी बरसे, कोई हानि नहीं होती; पर जिस वक़्त वह धूप में सूखने के लिए बाहर फैलाया गया हो, उस वक़्त तो पानी का एक छींटा भी उसका सर्वनाश कर देगा। सिलिया”
― गोदान [Godan]
― गोदान [Godan]
“Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk, My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I’m seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come, My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.”
― The Complete Poetry
― The Complete Poetry
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