Doomsday / Apocalypse diary

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Someone predicted Apocalypse or Judgement day or Doomsday today. So I thought of blogging about my experience of this day.

Besides being completely puzzled why a God, the possessor of supernatural powers, would take the pain to come to earth only with the intent of destroying it, I am also curious to know about the significance of this particular date. But should the said prophecy come to fruition, I wanted to be among the select few souls who were enthusiastically documenting their last day on earth. Here we go!

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बाबा आमटे यांचे निधन – Baba Amte passes away

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Baba Amte, a leading social worker who devoted his life to the care and rehabilitation of leprosy patients, passed away today. Murlidhar Devidas Amte, popularly known as ‘Baba Amte’ (‘baba’ is a honorific and his last name is pronounced as Am’tay) was born on December 1914 in Vidharbha, Maharashtra, India in a wealthy family. Educated with a law degree, he…

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Hidden in the Taser story

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On October 14th, a newly arrived Polish immigrant died at Vancouver International Airport after being Tasered by the police. Taser is an electroshock weapon that is used by the police to fire a high-voltage electric shock at the victim in order to subdue his muscles. “Electroshock weapon technology uses a temporary high-voltage low-current electrical discharge to override the body’s muscle-triggering…

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The request seat

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aka the Fourth Seat Benches in [tag]Mumbai[/tag]’s [tag]suburban[/tag] [tag]local train[/tag]s have a fundamental flaw. They accommodate 3¼ persons each. Usually the trains are crowded and the entering commuters are on a mission to grab a place to sit. It takes monumental effort to snatch the first 3 places on the bench. But the mission doesn’t stop there. There is an…

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Not my work

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When I was a little boy, my mother once asked me to wash the dishes. “It’s not my work”, I complained. “Fine.”, she said. “It’s not my work either! Should we let the dirty dishes remain as they are?” That was when I got my first lesson of collective [tag]responsibility[/tag]. My parents brought me up in a way that made…

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