Awesome photo-essay!: Anatomy: an evolving rite of passage - As ideas about anatomical education have changed, so have the images from the dissection room. via amednews.com - http://www.ama-assn.org/amednew...
#India's passion for traditional #tea in a clay cup | "That first time I tried it, I thought it was utterly disgusting, and tipped it out of the window, much to the horror of my fellow passengers. Then to my horror, they threw their cups out of the window." - http://news.bbc.co.uk/2...
Here Be Dragons - Outdoor Photographer | "There’s a wonderful sense of freedom sailing on the high seas onboard a small expedition ship. The prospect of finding wild animals in their natural environment, the adrenaline rush of the first sighting and the challenge of getting the shot make every trip an epic voyage. No two expeditions are ever the... - http://www.outdoorphotographer.com/locatio...
"What refuge is there for the victim who is possessed with the feeling that there are a thousand new #books he ought to #read, while #life is only long enough for him to read a hundred?"
— Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
Interesting piece on the poet Agha Shahid Ali: In the poem "Learning Urdu," he speaks of his mother tongue as if it were itself a contested land, pressured between the cultures of India and Pakistan: "Across the line of blood my friends dissolved / Into bitter stanzas of some dead poet. / I couldn't sympathize / I only wanted the bitter couplets... - http://www.saudiaramcoworld.com/issue...
کیوں جا رہے ہیں ، کس لئے جا رہے ہیں ؛ کچھ بھی نہیں پتہ بس جا رہے ہیں . فضاؤں میں ایک سرسراہٹ بھی کچھ کہ رہی ہے ، جلتے ہوئے چمن بتلا رہے ہیں ؛ کوئی شہر تھا جو لٹ گیا دیکھو ذرا ، اک نام تھا جو مٹ گیا دیکھو ذرا ... http://www.youtube.com/watch...#urdu
http://www.vagablogging.net/half-th... : “That is the charm of a map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. It has the magic of anticipation without the toil and sweat of realization. The greatest romance ever written pales before the possibilities of adventure that lie in the faint blue trails from sea to sea. The perfect journey...