Identical oranges

I like oranges. Not the color.

Its difficult to decide which out of the three orange to eat first. They are all similar. If they were different I could determine the choice of order based on the differential factor.

How can I conclusively choose a favorite out of three identical objects?

Historically, I have always picked the one which was more easily accessible. Not sure if it the ideal approach.

Just realized, it was very lazy of someone to name a fruit by its color. The integrity of the entire shade is diminished.

Also it is confusing. Just like orange traffic lights. What were they thinking? We can either stop or go. Is their a third option?

Call me a loser, but I stop at orange lights and think.

Microsoft excel tips (not for beginners)

Finally I have decided to make my blog useful. Here are some useful Microsoft excel tips.

How can we link a cel to an already related cel, without creating a circular loop using vlookup?

Well, please don't put a lot of thought into this. It cannot be done. Attempting to do this is like challenging simple laws of the mathematics like addition and subtraction. Thats why we need unconventional method.

Type "857UY_" in the first cel and click F9. Using a USB port, connect your PC to a washing machine and press the start button in the washing machine. Wait for a few seconds. If you feel like staring at any cel (in the excel sheet), do not resist. And remeber, never press Alt+F+C.

Alternatively, try jumping off the window. It may not work, but there is no harm in trying.

If nothing works, try my backup plan. I give you three words. "Om Namah Shivay". Keep repeating this till you see a white light. Do not let go of it. You can direct all your excel related questions to it.

Enough of this non- sense, now I will tell you something on a serious note. Excel can teach us lessons of life.

If you reduce the font size, it does not reduce the file size.

Long live microsoft excel!!!

How much should I recline on my chair to maximize productivity?

How much should I recline on my chair to maximize productivity?

I adjust it from time to time to suit my motivational level. It was before a month when I also realized I could adjust its distance from the ground.

I can run a maxima and minima test using calculus based derivatives to arrive at the ideal angle. Instead I use trial and error method.

Many physiological and seasonal factors derive my dynamic and ever changing relation with my chair. I sometimes give more importance to my relative angular elevation of my eyes to the PC than the comfortable placement of my hands so that it can move freely between the mouse and keyboard.

I feel like the master of the chair. With great power comes great responsibility. So I try not to be too comfortable.

No matter what I do my angle of recline will always be a supplementary angle (that is it adds up to 180*) to its adjacent angle. I guess complaining about universal and all pervading laws of physics is extreme pessimism.

Although I have full sympathies for people who are currently sitting on an ordinary chair, I feel blessed that Irevna gives me the flexibility.

I sit on the chair, looking back at what lead me to my seat. I feel the power. I feel the opportunities in different styles I can adjust the chair.

But unfortunately I also believe in destiny. That’s me surrendering.

If only the still waters of the night could write.....

Finally I found a place to rest my mind.

Its a showdow of a forest reflected in the river that flows there. The flowing river stilled by the night. Just enough light to see the faded horizon. Life stands motionless, darkened and deactivated. Temporarily, the night beauty of the Malayali land of coconuts became the state of my mind. Is it the Periyar river, where the Malu girls get their eyes from?

A purple shade spread evenly throughout.

I searched for the reflection of the stars in the water. I searched for the forest by itz edge. I searched for the last signs of night, before morning light would break the silence. I searched for a destination for my eyes. I knew we were close to the sea and I was hungry for the seagulls meat.

Did the birds know it was night? Were the fishes asleep?

It was the kind of night sky that hides within itz vastness the truth from those who have false dreams under roofs of thatched hay and grilled window.

The magnitude of the stars brought loneliness. How could I carry the itz burden when they themselves had taught me insignificance. It felt like a vacumn where the dead goes in silence for a rest. Like a white flower blooming softly by the silver moon.

They say we should not live in the past or future. I was not even experiencing the present moment. I was experiencing the eternal in the motionless water.

If only the still waters of the night could write, I wouldn’t be chewing what I write with.