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A simplistic take on systems thinking...

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When life was simple, making a living was about farming or hunting the nature for your own needs and building from what was available, your own shelter. If you had surplus you bartered it in the local market for things you did not have and needed to have.  As social structures matured and life got slightly less simpler making a living  was not just about farming or hunting your own food, building from what was locally available, your own shelter.  Inevitably since you did not spend too much time worrying about predators and prey, you grew quite a few things in surplus and bartered them for few other things you did not have at all.  System of bartering had its own problems. If you had surplus of apples that grew in winter and needed to barter them for oranges in summer you had to keep accounts with the person who grew oranges in summer in exchange of the apples in winter.  It became even more complex if you had to keep ac...

Lalbagh flower show

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RED  POPPIES at the lalbagh flower show - Jan 2015 - Bangalore - India Red flowers  at the Lalbagh flower show - Jan 2015 - Bangalore, India.   Red - Cockscomb ( Huge ones really) at the Lalbagh flower show - Jan 2015 - Bangalore - India RED is the theme for the Thursday photo challenge  this week.

Huge

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HUGE  is the theme for Thursday challenge this week.  What better picture than the Tian-Tan Buddha to depict Huge.  Pictures shot on a Panasonic DMZ L28 on a hot and humid day in July 2014. For more inofrmation on the Tian Tan Buddha read on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tian_Tan_Buddha Submitted for the Photo Theme for Thursday http://www.spunwithtears.com/thursday.html

The Tea cup

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'Care to join me for a cup of Tea, j ust one last time', he asked working up his usual charm. 'I don’t think I should come, Listen I got to go', she muttered in her usual i-do-not- want-to-offend-but-I-am-so-sorry manner. OMG ... You need to be more assertive shouted out her instinctive self. 'Please ... one last time', he pleaded. That is how it had all begun. She now stared at the empty tea cup.  There really was nothing left. Neither of the Tea leaves nor of their relationship.         This post is in response to the    100 Words  on Saturday  prompt from Write Tribe .