Oops....Energy!!!

Not only Interesting..............

Admittedly I don't think much about it at all. I leave my desktop running overnight because I know it'll take five minutes or more to get things going in the morning -- not just booting up, but launching the various apps I start the day with, downloading my overnight email, filtering out the spam, and otherwise "getting settled."

But all the power wasted while computers are sitting idle overnight adds up, and one study has finally tried to measure it. The tally: An estimated $2.8 billion wasted on excess energy costs each year in the U.S. alone.

On a CO2 basis, that's 20 million tons of carbon dioxide, about the amount produced by 4 million cars on the road.

But big numbers like that become almost meaningless in an era of trillion-dollar bailouts, so to put the wasted energy in perspective, the study provides the data in terms you can better understand: If you run a company with 1,000 PCs left on overnight, you can save about $28,000 a year if they are turned off after hours. That's not chump change.

Of course, it's also a fact that your PC will function better if you restart it regularly, and nightly shutdowns can help you avoid having to suddenly reboot in the middle of the day when you'd otherwise be productive. So even though this little laptop, by my math, eats up only about a quarter's worth of power overnight, maybe it's a smart idea -- and ultimately a time-saver, too -- to shut it down after hours after all.

Atleast we can switch off our monitors while not at desk or leaving for day.

*Courtesy: Greatandhra

An Evening

An Evening

I see the sun setting down the west with usual laziness.
I see the east side awaiting Venus with usually unusual brilliance.
I see the daffodils winking in naughty gestures of bee in the surroundings.

I see the roses pouting their lips as the stars haven't appeared yet.
I see the whistling breeze humming like a happy poet.
I see the clouds joining hands with the wind in writing a classic ode.

I see the butterfly fluttering by the lily's side.
I see the honeybee murmuring with his beautiful bride.
I see the drizzling rain droplets taking a cool shower in the ponds to show their pride.

I see the snow facets melting on the green leaves.
I see the firefly blazing and dying to chitchat with my fond eyes.
I see tiny tides in the river twisting like a ballerina flaps and waves.

I see so much and so many wonders in the world.
I see nothing new but yet with the same love and wonder them over and over.
I see my eyes excite the same way even after I saw all of them a thousandth time.

Why?
I see!
Who stops admiring the mother just because one admired her many times?
I love the fact that I am a part of this mother's nature.
I am proud for I am the son of my mother nature.

See You......

See you

Just within the span of a blink,
What a lovely long and blissful journey!
A journey into the world of magnificence
Magnificence in the dreams about an unknown lightening.
Unknown to my every sense but known to my eyes.
As my eyes seem to know all about all.
But I let the strange enigma grow that says,
Who is she?

Just beside the peaceful and dancing water waves,
What a flash, much brighter than the Sun's image in it!
Beauty can make such a difference and allure the soul so much
Is a frisky fact I realized an evening.
A star can shine but nothing like her in any world.
What if a real star happens to glance this breath taking shine?
So I can honor only the star to give her a name to call her in my dreams.
But I let the strange enigma grow that says,
What could be her name?

Just on top of the world that I can see,
I can see the sky giving farewell to the crimson Sun.
Something averted my eyes off the usual beautiful view,
And threw them on a walking sculpture full of life and energy.
Who else could have made this breathing statue,
If not the Almighty's undeniable dexterity?
I still let the strange enigma grow that says,
Where could she be from?

Imaginations may be beyond the barriers.
Confessions may have conclusions innumerable.
But it is a reality which I think is incredible and invincible.
I may not say, she is in my heart.
But she is for sure forever in my eyes and thoughts.
Thoughts that will stay in my eyes ever and ever!
I let the strange enigma grow to the heights of my hallucination
Which says, who else could ever deserve her,
If not me?

Three Men and a Blade

My hobby of reading began with a meeting with Fyador Dostoevsky.during my teenage. One of his most brilliant works was a novel called Idiot. The magnanimity of poverty and inability was the soul of the story. Just a five pages out of the hundreds led me to the following facet of philosophy which might not suit my age but some facts will be realized as per the time. So this may come in hand some time definitely in the future.

Three Men and a Blade

A thought to paint the face of death
Was a confession made by a poet once to a painter.
What on earth was the color to be chosen
By the maker with the sleek twist in his hands?
The painter got the idea as if he caught the breeze
That he had to give life to a life about to die and
The dying life should regain life after the death;
Death, whose span of acquaintance and the nick of time
Was well known or rather quite imaginable
To the sufferer whose future would last just a few minutes.
The painter nodded to the poet only to elude and avert.
But it was certain that the idea kept beating his soul.
The poet, at last, made his mind to give a hint.
A hint which would justify the weirdness in his thoughts,
A hint in the form of a stimulant to spur the painter's brush.
And began to talk about a face right under a blade.
The lightest was the painter's heart
That was lifted to the sky of imagination just by a few words.
The root is invisible but the stem has a shape.
And the shape was described under the following shade of words.

The face of a man without strength to shed a drop of tear
Was made by the poet for the painter to imagine.
That whiteness in 'the face' was said to be whiter than snow.
The man was to die after a good night, he knew it.
The morning followed as obvious and expected.
He woke up at the dawn, considered to be a man for the last time.
Beard was shaved, hair was shaped and combed.
His stomach was filled but the mind was left emptied.
It was the time to visit the last world in his life.
It was the chance to look at the sky one last time.
And there the guillotine was waiting to welcome him.
He hated his head that was about to leave him alone.
He loved to hug the death, which came to be with him.
He looked at the ten thousand eyes staring at him.
And in one blink, his head was feet away from him.
The sound of his breath got ceased and forever stuck...............

It's time for the painter who received a vivid portrayal.
The painter like a sculptor commenced carving the death.
And promised the man to finish the work before his death.
The painter thought in his mind,

Nothing in life is promising, not even the birth.
Sure is only one thing, that is death!

"You may say I am a dreamer!"

If you wish for peace, understand war - B. H. Liddell Hart in Strategy (1967)


The news ended with the phrase, "fuel for cooking is no longer available"! What about fuel for the wishes of living? Men want to live. Extortionists want only ash. The truth seems to be, 'man is extortionist'. Probably, the first one who introduced violence to us is none other than God, by making dying as part of our living. Who knows the difference between dying and killing?

A man politically in one of the Premier positions in the world commented about Israeli invasion on Gaza, "one-way ceasefire that leads to rocket attacks on Israel is not acceptable". There are humans around us who wish an action such as this to be "two-way" but not "one-way" and are deliberately patient to define what is war. Th world has many heroes. But who exactly is a hero? Is it the killer, the dead or the survived?

Another one in relatively the same political position confirmed to the world after finding 450 people dead and more than 2000 wounded, "there is no humanitarian crisis". The comparison seems to be from the fact that the world population is about 6,602,224,175 and what we lost is only a speck. What if the comparison was made between the size of the universe and the number of humans remaining on our earth. We are trying to send a light beam to the edge of this universe and find what after the edge is, with a very little genius of a few scientists in the world. We are in shortage!

All that the human is left with is imagination.

Imagine there's no countries
Nothing to kill or die for
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace!

Why God made us amidst and along with so many options for every small part of life, like war and peace? What if man has no other option but peace?