Mehenge Tohfe

 

"200 bricks and 2,000 words a day"

 Winston Churchill has an enormous reputation for being an alcoholic, yet he remained such a powerful politician who could see the future and made many accurate calculations in his political moves.

Winston Churchill used to lay 200 bricks per day to keep his mind busy when feeling down. Depression hates a moving target. 

Bricklaying Goal: Churchill described his routine as producing "200 bricks and 2,000 words a day" to balance mental work with physical labor. It was in his rural estate in Kent.

A Huge Lesson From History

 When I see how MAGA people behave in today's America

Growing together (and apart)

 I was traveling through the small towns of the French Riviera last week and saw this simple yet profound artwork at the town's entrance.

Where Men and Women Differ

 

One Hundred Years of Solitude - in 3 minutes

 

Koe'L ki Kuk

 The birds don't sing, they screech in pain.

Tarbeeat

(Not necessarily to agree, but a powerful thought)

ایک شخص نے کسی سے پوچھا کہ مجھے بتلائیں کہ میں اپنے بیٹے کی کیسے تربیت کروں؟

انہوں نے پوچھا کتنی عمر ہے اسکی؟

آدمی نے کہا:7ماہ

انہوں نے کہا کہ  : تم نے تو بہت تاخیر کردی ہے،اولاد کی تربیت تو ماں کے انتخاب سے شروع ہوتی ہے

Medicine and AI

 One of my mentors said something beautiful.

"AI may be able to build an algorithm to treat all diseases, but healing comes from the human touch to the human skin. The biggest healing power lies in holding human hands. There is a difference between treating and healing".

Humans and AI

 

My Coffee

 

Only 3 Lines :)

 

The Grapes of Wrath (Sufferings of Immigration)

 

Homer

 

Poetry and Literature - One of the finest of Robin Williams

 

Othello

 

A story posted on net

 I was in prison for killing a guy who had abused my 14-year-old brother. I served a 29-year sentence and finally got a release date. When I told my brother, he was so happy. I can still hear his voice saying, "I can't believe it! I'm going to talk to my boss about hiring you." Calm down, little brother, take it easy. I still have 16 months left. Anyway, eight months before my release, the captain called me into his office. It was full of guards. I was alarmed by how many there were. After a few minutes of them trying to convince me to sit down, I finally did, but only after they sat down first. They told me I could make a call. I called my brother, but he didn't answer. Then they told me my brother had died. I didn't believe them. I called again, his wife answered, and she told me everything. I was devastated. They asked me whether I wanted to speak with a priest or go to a private cell. I didn't. I went down to the courtyard, found a place where no one was around, and started to cry. It was the saddest moment of my life.

A lesson learned from Macbeth

 

A disturbing picture

 

Amaltas and Summer

“Still the Amaltas bloomed, a brilliant, defiant yellow. Each blazing summer it reached up and whispered to the hot brown sky, F*** You.” -Arundhati Roy