February 2014

Bee Science: Huge swaths of the agricultural industry depend on the humble honeybee. According to the USDA, "about one mouthful in three in our diet directly or indirectly benefits from honey bee pollination." Biologists at Stanford are now looking into how the tiny ecosystems in the nectar of flowers affect the bees' dining preferences. Their work suggests bees may be picky pollinators, and their fussiness could confound complications from colony collapse disorder. Read more ....

Mono Lake Buried deep in the mud along the banks of a remote salt lake near Yosemite National Park are colonies of bacteria with an unusual property: they breathe a toxic metal to survive. Researchers from the University of Georgia discovered the bacteria on a recent field expedition to Mono Lake in California, and their experiments with this unusual organism show that it may one day become a useful tool for industry and environmental protection. Read more ....

Cross-section of hippocampus Suppose you heard the sound of skidding tires, followed by a car crash. The next time you heard such a skid, you might cringe in fear, expecting a crash to follow - suggesting that somehow, your brain had linked those two memories so that a fairly innocuous sound provokes dread. Read more .....

NASA's Opportunity rover New findings from rock samples collected and examined by NASA's Mars Exploration Rover Opportunity have confirmed an ancient wet environment that was milder and older than the acidic and oxidizing conditions told by rocks the rover examined previously. Read more ....

Kornberg In a finding that directly contradicts the standard biological model of animal cell communication, UCSF scientists have discovered that typical cells in animals have the ability to transmit and receive biological signals by making physical contact with each other, even at long distance. Read more ....


I did not go for the horse ride on that day; I gave up wearing a "kurta" and hat since then. On that very night, as I sat on my bed I heard someone crying in a heart-rending manner - it was as if someone beneath my bed, someone beneath the floor, someone beneath the very stony foundation of this palace was crying aloud and pleading, "Oh, rescue me and carry me away - break through the barriers of illusion, slumber and unfulfilled dreams, press me to your bosom and carry me away on your horse, riding through woods and hills, and across rivers to your home. Save me."

Who am I? How can I rescue you, beautiful maiden? When did you live and where did you live, you beautiful maiden? Who was the homeless desert dweller in whose laps you were born? Who were the Bedouin raiders who snatched you away from your mother and carried you away on horseback, riding over scorching sand, and sold you in a slave-market? Who was the Badshah's officer who scrutinized your newly-developed youth, counted the gold coins, and carried you across the seas to his master's house? What a history. There was the music of the "sarangi", the tinkle of the anklets; and, then, there were the flash of daggers, the agony of poison. What wealth, what never-ending imprisonment. Two maidens, one on each side, pull at the fans while the Badshah reclines. At the door stands a black sentry like the god of death with an unsheathed sword but dressed like an angel. While drifting in this blood-soaked and opulent flow, you, flower of the desert, were cast off upon what illusory shore?

Suddenly I heard the screams of mad Meher Ali, "Stay away, stay away. Everything is false! Everything is false!" I saw that it was early morning: my servant came to me and handed over the letters which had come by post. The cook came and asked me what I would like to have for my meals.

I decided not to stay in that house any longer. On that very day, I packed my things and took up residence in the office. The oldest-serving employee, Karim Khan, gave me a wry smile. His smile annoyed me but I ignored him and continued with my work.

As the evening approached, I became unable to concentrate in my work - I began to feel that I had to go somewhere immediately. The tax ledgers seemed unimportant just then. The Nizam's reign too appeared to be a trifle matter. The present, and everything around me, seemed meaningless.

I flung away my pen, closed my ledgers, and hurried to fetch my tandem. The tandem, as though on its own, carried me to the palace just as dusk fell. I climbed the steps hurriedly and entered the house.

There was a deafening silence all around. It was as if the dark rooms had turned away their faces from me sullenly. I felt a deep regret, but from whom was I to ask forgiveness I did not know. I went from room to room in that empty palace. I wanted to pick up a musical instrument and sing, "O fire, the moth which had tried to fly away from you has come back to die, forgive it."


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your career:

  • Union Public Service Commission - www.upsc.gov.in
  • IIT-Kharagpur - www.iitkgp.ac.in
  • Indian Statistical Institute - www.isical.ac.in
  • Indian Institute of Technology Madras - www.iitm.ac.in
  • Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad - www.iimahd.ernet.in
  • Indian Institute of Mass Commission - www.iimc.nic.in
  • IIT Bombay - www.iitb.ac.in
  • Indian School of Mines, Dhanbad - www.ismdhanbad.ac.in
  • Birla Institute of Technology, Ranchi - www.bitmesra.ac.in
  • Central Institute of Fisheries Nautical and Engineering Training - www.cifnet.nic.in
  • Indian Institute of Information Technology, Allahabad (Deemed University) - www.iiita.ac.in
  • Central Marine Fisheries Research Institute, Kochi - www.cmfri.com
  • Tata Institute of Social Sciences, Mumbai - www.tiss.edu

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