fathom

it never occur to me there is no depth in universe

whatever one touches that vanishes

knowledge of one's disability know is the final knowledge

i read a bangladeshi bengali book thinking i would know about living and thinking of bengalis there.
every unthinkable is thinkable there.
i saw my shortcomings.

joya told me zinia got a job in infosys at california.
everything is possible in US too. Trump is President. Kushner runs the foreign policy.
zinia started studying cse in osu. after 3 months i came to know she was doing microbiology or zoology. she barely got through her bs. i talked to some indian in osu cancer research and she got a job. she changed job in same osu cancer research three times. last year she did ms in medical administration. she was doing one week courses here and there in big data and some data analysis. she was fascinated with IT apparently since she learnt that no education required for IT jobs from her successful Indian friends and family acquaintances. she has about 13 papers in cancer research in last 12 years. cancer is incurable why waste time!

yesterday i got a letter from wsu about soham's graduation in cse. it is the toughest course in the university according to the chairman. He did meritably well 3.5+ gpa. he also has another BS in finance. he has not got a job offer till now. he is working 100 hours a week in for last 4 years. soham too started same as zinia. cse then actuary then finance and costing him four years without a BS degree. Reason is association of his companions who are blabbering in restaurant and pubs. 6 years back he put a halt to his companions and instead devoted to learning than pretending.

zinia is devoted to earning rather than learning. There is more than million Indians in IT in USA. About 500000 without any degree or valid work visa. However they are trained never to be productive in using technology but surviving somehow and doing whatever needed. Frankly I cannot utter a single word to them even when I am sitting only next to him or her. I remember once I shouted shut up to an elderly person about 10 years senior when he was describing his earning of driving license by bribing $60. He answered he is bhu engineer with first class and chants 100 time gayatri mantra before venturing out. I rebuked him that even if 1000 times he may chant his objective shall not be served.

I know now. I am not the standard. the creator of standard is biased one hundred percent to fraud and immoral.

the story is written by veda vyasa: after the win of war of dharma - evil and good by Five brothers with extraordinary qualities look, voice, arms, strength and honesty - they along with Krishna approached defeated their grandpa Bhishma and found him weeping.
Bhishma: I am weeping not because I am defeated since I was sure that when Krishna (god) was on their side they are invincible. I am crying for different reason, why they are suffering every moment of their life from dangers while bad is prospering.

when it comes to prosperity and happiness - god favors bad and the very worst - trump mbs kushner clinton obama bush the list endless. can I presume them unhappier than me? Does this assumption make me happy?

Is not happiness always my goal even when I am deluded into pain and suffering?
I have to be silent and not complaining even when I cannot. Paradox.
All is part of me, I must enjoy prosperous and bad and their happiness instead I suffer the unhappiness of deprived and good.
I must enjoy the zero sum always.

knowledge or competence is not necessary for seeking and getting job in any profession. we have list - gate mark steve ... silicon valley pioneers; this much i do fathom. about a year back I was a guest in a party of Indian OSU Computer Professor. Another Indian gust was pestering him to suggest Big Data ML AI online courses. He could not name any except that he said that he gets worried about Data Science when ALL without discrimination is interested. In such gathering I usually keep quiet or go to sleep. It is my escape to unknown.

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