A week back I wrote a post about how times are a-changing once again and how paper books may not be a part of the distant future (think 2050). Today I shall be tackling the first part of the equation – books made of bound paper and ink and their worth.
So to start things off, let’s look at all the brilliant things books do for us:- Continue reading
I was on my way back from General Medicine clinics. The roads were dug up like nobody’s business and drills were drilling away merrily (or rather annoyingly) as the “Manipal Renovation” drive continued in full force. In essence everything was routine.
But as I neared my hostel a very different sight unfurled before my eyes. The main road was barricaded and a crowd was standing still behind it looking intently at something beyond the barrier that I couldn’t fathom from the distance.
So obviously I had to join the crowd to figure out what the whole hoo-haa was about. And that’s how I learnt (from a friend) that a tiger was loose in Manipal. Continue reading
Before I begin let me make a few things straight. I have not watched the first part of Captain America, and I had no idea who the guy was before I watched Avengers (where I found him totally useless because Iron Man, HawkEye, Black Widow and the Hulk had all my attention).
Then why did I even bother going for Captain America Part 2?
The answer is simple. I love superhero movies and I am a sucker for massive machines and gadgets and all-hell-has-broken-lose kinda fight scenes. So when half of my batch bunked class to go for the movie and returned with good reviews, I decided to give it a whirl.
I am so glad I did. Continue reading
“As science and technology advances, so does civilization.”
Flip through any standard history textbook, or watch any show on the History Channel, and you will see a pattern emerge – carriages replaced by cars, steam engines by bullet trains, swords by cannons and machine-guns.
And history is about to change again…with books. Continue reading
I have always wondered while studying General Surgery why some tumors grew to such massive proportions before they were diagnosed. It’s not like the area was clean one day and then, BAM! There was a growth the size of Canada, the next. I mean, were the patients blind? Or plain stupid?
But I understand their psychology now. They just didn’t want to admit that there was something wrong, something that would not go away on its own, until one day they realized that their shirt was not fitting anymore because the “extra appendage” had become the size of a baby whale.