One always stumbles,
And falls to ground.
It matters to onlooker -
how gracefully they getup -
and fall in line of the great race.
Grace in getting up from fall
The whole nothingness is fulfilling.
When you are waiting,
And nothing happening.
Not even a fickle of wind,
Not even a leaf is falling,
Not even a cricket is chirping.
The sky blue, orange and radiant
And just stuck like a painting.
The bird in the nest,
silently staring at you.
The music from far away,
playing without a change in rhythm.
The whole nothingness is fulfilling.
Alterlobe communication
✓ You are the expert in the field!
✓ You have lot of relevant and recent experience in the same field.
❖ Yet - when communicating to someone about it, hold your horses.
✓ Stop thinking intuitively about how much you can and will talk about this.
✓ Stop default mode of dumping all your years of acquired knowledge to other person.
❖ Take a pace back and think - what other person is expecting.
❖ In other words - what other ear is hoping to hear. (Thus Alter-ear or Alter-lobe in the title)
✓ (Put yourself in their shoe - and think what are they expecting from you. )
✓ Start pre-preparation.
❖ Think introspectively - if given a chance, what are they asking you?
❖ What's their single most important - one and only question?
✓ Answer only that question.
✓ And then give them an actual chance to probe you more.
✓ Follow-up and expand your communication to follow their line of thought.
✓ You are still an expert.
❖ But now you have become a recognized expert.
✓ Remember "communication" is better a "conversation" - not a one way radio.
Gods fought a war here
Withered by the surprising storm,
Forced to take shelter here,
In this cave atop the hill.
--
Once upon an era back -
This used to be my favorite,
Too many memories floating here.
--
Then, it happened -
Gods fought a war here,
Ferociously and fiercely.
--
The whole valley and hill charred,
All that is lively is dead.
All that is green and brown is charred.
--
Gods rode away -
After a brokered truce,
Leaving all that is dead.
--
After storm passed -
Stretched and strolled -
Scanning all over.
--
Everything I glanced -
Made my heart heavy -
Destressing and depressing.
--
But at the center of it all,
Deep in the valley,
A lonely plant cheered me.
Finding my rhythm
All I strive is to get into a rhythm,
And keep dancing until the music fades.
--
All this grilling, tiling and meditation -
All this spacing, dashing and tripping -
Is to find that nice rhythm I can keep dancing.
--
I need much more luminescence,
For so long,
I kept my eyes,
Pealed open -
Deciphering truth,
As I see fit.
I am going blind,
Little by little
Day after day.
With all this -
Bright light
Directly shed on me.
I need much more luminescence,
To make true sense -
Of what's in front of me -
All these years.
In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.
I built a glass lighthouse tower
And filled with fog
Only entagled can peak in.
But,
The machines taken over in a night
With,
Fancy vision they probed deep
Feeling me naked -
In my own foggy lighthouse glass tower.
How far did we come !
I wrote a poem like I usually do sometimes.
One of my friends asked metaAI to explain it, it did OK. But some Brilliance I could see, which used to be reserved for humans until recently.
Today, I asked chatGTP same question and below is its lengthy explanation. It captured essence of poem very well.
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This poem captures a sense of exhaustion, determination, and the pursuit of a goal, possibly against a backdrop of inner conflict or hardship. Here's an interpretation of its key elements:
1. "Middle of the journey"
- This suggests the speaker is midway through an endeavor or struggle. It could be literal (a physical journey) or metaphorical (a life stage, a challenge, or a pursuit).
2. "My eyes are burdened, burning and bright red"
- The imagery here conveys fatigue, both physical and emotional. The redness implies sleeplessness, stress, or overexertion, highlighting the toll the journey has taken.
3. "I can not stop now"
- Despite the exhaustion, the speaker is resolute and refuses to give up. This line emphasizes their determination to see things through.
4. "Time for my three shot poison"
- "Three shot poison" could symbolize an unhealthy coping mechanism (like alcohol, caffeine, or another vice)
- "Three shot poison" could symbolize an unhealthy coping mechanism (like alcohol, caffeine, or another vice)
Where Salmon sheds salt
Middle of the journey,
My eyes are burdened, burning and bright red.
I can not stop now,
Time for my three shot poison.
Across the lake,
where Salmon sheds salt,
there lies my flag.
I keep rolling
day after day.
Interview Question – (Microbe colony population)
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* Medical research lab.
* Phd - student.
* microbe - analyze its life cycle.
* If you start a microbe colony with a single microbe - it is growing extremely fast compared to other microbes. He want to understand and estimate growth provided there is enough resoruces for continous growth.
* Microbe - corm - reproduces via corms.
* First day it generates "3" corms. ==> For next three days it generates "3" each day. ==> Each corm will become another microbe in a day - on the same day it is born.
* After "3" days --> the corm will generate "2" new corms for next two days.
* after five days (3 + 2) cycle repeats.
* It dies after 51 days.
* Each corm starts following same cycle on the day they are born. They don't reproduce on the same day, but they will add "3" more micros from next day on-wards.
** After 365 days, how many corms will be there in the colony.
** TODO: Make this post a little better.
** TODO: Write solution(s)
*/