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In rememberance In admiration.

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[This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005] I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories. The first story is about connecting the dots. I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out? It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out

The 50 mosquitoes

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Long gone are the days when kids got out and embraced the sun for some real ground action.Like I used to do.Staying within walls isn't the same;more because it fails to create impactful memories.Among the many that I created during my hopscotch days one such is about "The 50 mosquitoes". We sat on our chairs-I,Rutaba,in my vividly colorful frock with puffed shoulders and matching shoes along it and my brother, Al, on the side chair in a red jersey numbered 50 along with a pair of khaki shorts and properly laced shoes sat gazing upon the table unemployed making imaginary shapes on the table.The properly attired us was all credit to our mother.That time around T.V wasn't our best-friend and computers were an alienated term.At the maximum we used to spend an hour or so watching cartoons but most of the time we preferred doing ground breaking,object trashing and stuff that made our mother "suggest" out door was best suited for us.It was a weekday around noon a

My little prankster's journal.

6:00 Am And that is my mother's cue. She shouts out our names in the still dark environment. No sun, no birds and no sound. Until 15 minutes later you could hear the birds and eventually there is light as the sun rises and we find our selves still attached to our beds refusing to give ear to her. Hardly 20 minutes left for the car to arrive and we haven't even brushed our teeth. Rush rises as one by one we shake each other off bed and line up in front of the bathroom. One manages to iron the uniform while I prepare breakfast, and next to the last of us would run around KT to get her ready;she being the last. We all would end up trying to get KT ready; While one manages her socks;the next manages her uniform and the third would make her finish her breakfast and in this rush the rest of us would be left with little or no time for ourselves. That's how we sisters used to go to school together.Those were the truly memorable days.With our bag packs filled to such an extent

Heads up.

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Hi. Need  an  intro? I'm Rutaba and you are?. . . . . . . very well :) welcome and thank you for dropping by. Question : Whats the story of the blog title "PULSE"? Answer : No matter how much i am tempted to give a deep philosophical reason, the only reason this blog is named "PULSE" is because my mother suggested it saying that : "Pulse is the very first symptom and sign of life...it indicates you are alive and that it gives hope" . Needless to say , I liked it. And now this baby blog is thus known as Pulse. Everyone meet baby Pulse. She says Hi :) Question : What can you expect here ? Answer : Almost anything.The horizon of my interests span is huge and so i like to discuss about anything my curious mind jumps off too. Since talking (too much that is) eats out a lot of brains i decided on to put out my thoughts in to words and VOILA! here it is . A blog . The perfect place to let my ideas out so that people (prior to the listening