…in between..

..i love this song. ice cream. they are unusually talented. look at those lights. I’m not leaving. common get up. it’s so hot. i will not lose this time. i wish i could fly. you made me happy. can’t get too attached. yeah, let’s go party! be polite to them. you gotta taste this. I’m almost there. stop those silly feelings. this is cool. don’t rush. how can they be so amazing? I’ll get you a chocolate. how do i know. careful. better luck next time.

great irony about ambition.

This is the great irony about ambition. If you wish to be smarter and more successful than everybody else, you will always feel like a failure. If you wish to be the most loved and most popular, then you will always feel alone. If you wish to be the most powerful and admired, then you will always feel weak and impotent.

anonymous

Economists + Policy makers [Part I]

HalfBanana:

This is another article I’ve posted, it’s about how to look at poverty while making development policies. Especially through utilizing behavioral economics.

Originally posted on UjwalAndhra Pradesh:

 

The World Bank’s World Development Report 2015 focuses on the application of behavioraleconomics (study the effects of psychological, social, cognitive, and emotional factors on the economic decisions of people and institutions and the consequences for market prices, returns, and the resource allocation. Behavioral economics is primarily concerned with the bounds of rationality of economic agents) to development policy. The focus, since people tend to be emotional beings than geniuses or ideal humans, is on consideration of human factors and social norms for policy design.

For eg; What is poverty? Apart from the definition how should a policy maker read it, that the policy being designed is reaches the needful?

Poverty is general scarcity or dearth, or the state of one who lacks a certain amount of material possessions or money. It is a multifaceted concept, which includes social, economic, and political elements. Poverty seems to be…

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Economists eye view on unemployment.

HalfBanana:

check out my new outing on http://ujwalandhra.wordpress.com/

its been a long time since i posted anything here. i’ve been busy, i’ll get back to almost regular thought provoking articles now.

Originally posted on UjwalAndhra Pradesh:

Unemployment Rate in India is reported by Ministry of Labour and Employment, India. Unemployment Rate in India decreased to 4.90 percent in 2013-14 from 5.20 percent in 2012. It averaged 7.32 percent from 1983 until 2013, reaching an all time high of 9.40 percent in 2009 and a record low of 4.90 percent in 2013-14.

Sector

Male

Female

(in per cent) Person

Rural

4.2

6.4

4.7

Urban

3.9

12.4

5.5

Rural + Urban

4.1

7.7

4.9

The Annual Employment & Unemployment Survey 2013-14, show that majority of the persons are employed in the primary sector. Under Agriculture, Forestry and Fishing sector, 46.9 per cent persons are estimated as employed. This is the first time the employment in primary sector has fallen less than 50%.

According to the reports by NSSO, illiterate population has the lowest unemployment rate. Because this segment of the society is ready to do low paying jobs.

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why i am doing what i am doing.

But you see,” said Roark quietly, “I have, let’s say, sixty years to live. Most of that time will be spent working. I’ve chosen the work I want to do. If I find no joy in it, then I’m only condemning myself to sixty years of torture. And I can find the joy only if I do my work in the best way possible to me. But the best is a matter of standards—and I set my own standards. I inherit nothing. I stand at the end of no tradition. I may, perhaps, stand at the beginning of one.”

-Ayan Rand in her book ‘The Fountain Head.’

a girl who reads!

 

I want a girl who reads.

“So, what do you go for in a girl?”
He crows, lifting a lager to his lips
Gestures where his mate sits
Downs his glass
“He prefers tits
I prefer ass.
What do you go for in a girl?”

I don’t feel comfortable
The air left the room a long time ago
All eyes are on me
Well, if you must know

I want a girl who reads
Yeah. Reads.
I’m not trying to call you a chauvinist
Cos I know you’re not alone in this
but…

I want a girl who reads

Who needs the written word
& uses the added vocabulary
She gleans from novels and poetry
To hold lively conversation
In a range of social situations

I want a girl who reads

Who’s heart bleeds at the words of Graham Greene
Or even Heat magazine
Who’ll tie back her hair while reading Jane Eyre
and goes cover to cover with each water stones three for two offer
but I want a girl who doesn’t stop there

I want a girl who reads

Who feeds her addiction for fiction
With unusual poems and plays
That she hunts out in crooked bookshops for days and days and days
She’ll sit addicted at breakfast, soaking up the back of the cornflakes box
And the information she gets from what she reads makes her a total fox
Cos she’s interesting & unique
& her theories make me go weak at the knees

I want a girl who reads

A girl who’s eyes will analyse
The menu over dinner
Who’ll use what she learns to kick my ass in arguments
so she always ends the winner
But she’ll still be sweet and she’ll still be flirty
Cos she loves the classics and the classics are dirty
So late at night she’d always have me in a stupor
As she paraphrases the raunchier moments from the works of Jilly Cooper

See, some guys prefer asses
Some prefer tits
And I’m not saying that I don’t like those bits
But what’s more important
What supersedes
Is a girl a with passion, wit and dreams
So I’d like a girl who reads.

Mark Grist

invictus

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll. 
I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul.

—William Ernest Henley