Turtles, Termites, and Traffic Jams - Explorations in Massively Parallel Microworlds. As a tool for exploring ways of thinking about things. Multiple ways of thinking about things.

If it has not become cliched yet, I am an IIM grad too. The winter was long and harsh! All the coal was burnt, spectrum of hope lost in the games of Common Wealth under the watch of a puppet king,.

Everything Was Just A Judgement. We know that what was done by the organization for their assistance did not go in the right direction. Now, our mind is thinking about all the possibilities which could have improved the situation. Yes, we could do better but we did not know what was better.

A letter from a leaf to the wind. For I may fall like never before. A feet-crushed autumn leaf would I be,. Would no sounds of pain I produce. Am not the same me, vulnerable have I made my self. A breeze from you, not anymore a breeze, a blow of pain along my vein. Grown old have I, hinged I stay , threaded by cotton, a weak clutch I maintain. No melody of comfort can I sing anymore, a force from you will shatter me afloat. Will free from you, all shakles of weak chains.