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Two thoughts

In bus, two thoughts came to me, both contradictory. One may sound silly. Anyway, I will tell you the silly one first. There are many cows sleeping on the roads where I walk to bus, chewing whatever they get their teeth on. But you should see their faces. They look like wise sages of the epic era, contemplating on the origin (or the end) of universe. I am happy as long as they are lying down. If they get up, I start shaking in my bones because till date, two buffaloes and one cow have chased me in separate incidents till they got tired. I am mortally afraid of cattle. After all, one can't know what makes them tick and when they start thinking, "Oh, here is a girl. Let me just toss her around and see." If only I could understand what they were thinking ! 
Yesterday I read that Stephen Hawking is ill and has been admitted to hospital. I really revered him. Not because he is a scientist, but because he is a human extraordinaire. I admire his mental strength and determination to go through life, and what a life ! I can't help comparing him with some scientists who keep science in labs and blind beliefs everywhere else in their lives. May be I'm wrong in comparing. But his resolve comes not only from god, but also from the passion he has for science and life and that is a very difficult thing to take away.

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