I recently read a book titled 'Forty Chances' written by Warren Buffett's son, Howard Buffett. It is interesting or ironic how I qualified his name by associating it to his famous father. He may not want to be remembered as such. There is something about the genetic lottery (as Warren himself is known to refer), that identifies a person for who they are and what they likely become. In case of Howard, it was indeed a fortunate accident to be born to one of the world's wealthiest people. Not to take anything away from what this son has accomplished inspite of this notoriety, is what is captured in this book. I like the metaphor used in the writing of the book. It is about any human that is born on this earth having approximately forty good years to do what they are able to before its time to go. Howard uses the theme to talk about forty crop cycles on a farm that an average farmer can tinker with and influence before he gets it just right to ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!