"Blimps are in" a la cloud computing

The case gets stronger to move out of the Brick & Mortar mindset.  Millions are being pumped into build the biggest airport and the fanciest buildings.  Who would need it anyway?  When quantum computing takes over the game will change.  Blimps are an example, solutions to most problems seem simple.. as simple as living without door and windows for your homes.  Let the sunshine in and power your life within.

If you want to go green and be concerned about the environment, just stay put were you are – dont travel and you will do a lot of good to the environment.  In europe nearly 22% of greenhouse gases are from transport.  If aircrafts  were to replaced by those massive Helium Balloons – or blimps – it will cut global warming emissions.  These helium power ships can carry freight, passengers and can used in defence too.

I remember attending a conference on Wind energy, sitting my seat and wondering why cant the power of wind energy be harnessed to bring life to the remote villages.  The answer came in a jiffy,  the speaker said that to transport these windmills you need good road infrastructure.

Its expected that these Blimps will be the future, so why did our guys go in for the huge World class terminal in New Delhi that got inaugurated yesterday?  Rs. 10,000 crore is a lot of money honey.  Guess its could have been used to develop roads to remotest villages. But hold it!!!!! if you develop roads to our villages the villages will vanish the marketing charlatans will be the first to exploit it.  Really a huge dileamma for these planners.  I thinks Blimps are better, if they are fitted with “lifts”  to pick cargo and lang cargo, then these windmills can be transported easily to less connected areas.

The biggest advantage is ofcourse it would be easy to reach humanitariean aid to devastated areas…..

For the original article go to Guardian

Post lunch first day

After the game on the mouse pads and the lunch it was time to commune with sloth with some humor thrown in. As I was reconciling myself to close the day by mid afternoon expecting to cool the heels off, the whistle blower announced the first activity. “Gorge walking” he murmured softly. I some how got the feeling that we are taking a stroll around the nature park hoping to walk peacefully – vendorless time.

I decided to feel the earth with my bare feet and deny my new adidas the pleasure of walking with me. The walk down the park was an experience by itself that it needed some special treatment. May be my next post will address it

Is this all you can do?

Day 1 Lunch time

Strange but simple. Nobody likes to be talked to. Now if I want to talk to my son about raising the bar, I don’t sit across in a chair and talk about that. It doesn’t work. It did not work for me am sure it will never work for him. It just passes off with those millions of phonemes he hears day in and day out.

We squiggled our hands, played fire, water and earthquake in order to limber up then got on to the walking on mouse pads. From the beginning it look simply menacing for me. To many it looked like a cake walk. The purpose on the outset was to drive home the point about working as a team, planning and so on. But the actual reason was to put those challenging words – IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO?

The game really worked and these words do reverberates in my ears – to remind me of challenge in simplicity. IS THIS ALL I CAN DO? Pumps my desire to push and never to stay in comfort.

The first morning food @ avalanche

Time is of no meaning to a prisoner serving his life sentence in a dark dungeon. Its this meaninglessness of time which is the greatest comfort to the convict. Why should I hang the burden of time on my wrist and measure my freedom and happiness to a limit? A better choice would be to track it from meal to meal. In other sense operate from the gut.

The bumpy ride is behind now; travails of the three tier sleeping system with almost transparent restrooms and the snoring from unexpected throats seem to hog the headlines of conversation. The whistle blower announces the meat on the table. Like monks we all troop in with plates in our hand. The taste of food leaps on to the lips and sends warmth all over. The smiles appear and the hot cuppa unties the chords of solemnity and its all normal like office time.

the first day

braying of an ass did chase that ‘stallion reason’ away…………………………

I woke of that biting chill on my bones, with a thick blanket that captured a slice of chennai heat. Adventure beckons, the hills look inviting, the trees seemed to clap the hands, and the streams were giggling, the lake remained placid. The reality of hot coffee was more tempting that the feet gravitated to the kettle.

Someone had to remind me of what humans do in the morning – rubbing plastic hairs on the teeth with some gooey substance in between.

Unreason riding an ass

The agenda was to set order out chaos, performance from motionlessness : the thought of hitting a chaotic setting in search of order seemed inappropriate. I had to express my thought to Roshan and after a talk with Prehalath, I realized it was too late to call it off. (thanks to Tatkal).

The bumpy road in the army truck seemed to turn my thoughts around, an occasional bump on the head seemed to knock some sense into my cortex and disturb all existing cortical maps. The journey seemed to end, actually begin, another journey. The accommodation shook out the comfort that the concept of hitting the bed can give. These enthusiastic young uns were singing and dancing around the fire more to reconcile with the tribal lifestyle.

Did I land up all the way to this place to seek solutions to issues that beset a city life? Can nature address my search convincingly? Commonsense seemed to gallop on a white horse to say that I have made a mistake, but the braying of the ass of unreason seemed louder and surer. …..