Description of Red Herring:A Red Herring is a fallacy in which an irrelevant topic is presented in order to divert attention from the original issue. The basic idea is to "win" an argument by leading attention away from the argument and to another topic.
Finance:A preliminary prospectus,subject to amendment for an issue of security:from the notice printed on the front in ink.
This sort of "reasoning" has the following form:
1. Topic A is under discussion.
2. Topic B is introduced under the guise of being relevant to topic A (when topic B is actually not relevant to topic A).
3. Topic A is abandoned. This sort of "reasoning" is fallacious because merely changing the topic of discussion hardly counts as an argument against a claim.
Examples of Red Herring# "We admit that this measure is popular. But we also urge you to note that there are so many bond issues on this ballot that the whole thing is getting ridiculous.
# "Argument" for a tax cut:"You know, I've begun to think that there is some merit in the Republican's tax cut plan. I suggest that you come up with something like it, because If we Democrats are going to survive as a party, we have got to show that we are as tough-minded as the Republicans, since that is what the public wants.
# "Argument" for making grad school requirements stricter:
"I think there is great merit in making the requirements stricter for the graduate students. I recommend that you support it, too. After all, we are in a budget crisis and we do not want our salaries affected."
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
An Indian walks into a New York City bank and asks to see the loan
He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and Needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan, so the man hands over the keys of a new Rolls Royce parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything is
checked out, and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan. An employee drives the Rolls into the bank's underground garage and parks it there.
Two weeks later, the man returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, "We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you
out and found that u are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why would you bother to borrow just $5,000?"
The Indian replied," Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?"
"Indians don't do different things but they do things differently".
Very sharp one indeed.Liked this mail which i got through my clique.
cacography by Dainty Damsel at Wednesday, September 21, 2005
There was this faint crying sound which I vividly remember.Had a peep through the window.It was a small puppy,brownish in color,standing near the gate sniffing the ground.Where did it come from?May be it got lost or the Mother had gone away leaving it to look after itself or someone who did not want it got it here and left. So small,good-looking,bright .Just not like any other dog who roamed the streets in the neighbourhood..A stray dog-unloved,un-cared for,hungry,cold,lonely and chased by everyone.
My heart melted at once for the thought of this puppy growing into a stray dog.I went back home,brought some milk and through the grill of the gate offered it by placing a small bowl.The puppy moved back,trembling in fear,its stringy tail struck behind its twiggy hind legs.The eyes rolled,showing whites-indicating fears.I moved back.Now it stopped moving and eyed suspiciously.Small encouraging sounds were made by clicking the tongue.Now the tail came out and it wagged it once or twice hesitantly.Its nose twitched up at the smell of the milk and the small brown eyes brightened up.Now I held my hand forward,holding a small piece of bread this time ,so as not to frighten it again,held it up.The puppy moved forward and took the bread,moving its head back chewed it hurriedly and swallowed it,its throat working up and down convulsively.Then another piece,then another until two full slices were over.It stopped eating and looked with what resembled like a grin,the tail wagging fast!It was Mongrel and we named it Tommy.
I was elated at once and patted the puppy’s head.The puppy jumped,licked the hand and now we w ere friends.Whatever I spoke,it kept wagging its tail asthough it has understood everything.
Someone slowly made it stay at a corner at home because my Dad was very apprehensive to keep it with us.Luckily could move him and was convinced a bit.It was so innocent and unaware of everything.I again went near the puppy with a bowl of milk. ”Puppy is after me”,I thought ,as it lapped hurriedly.As it drank the bowl scrapped on the floor,moving further and further with every lick,with the puppy pursuing it relentlessly.Finally the bowl was cleaned as though it was washed.
It barked happily basking in joy engulfying my inner nerves.It was a state of ecstasy.The puppy followed almost till the road end,tripping joyfully along, as though I were the owner while I was going to school.I was asked if it was my puppy,I proudly said Yes.Slowly got very attached to it and my day never ended without spending sometime talking to it and playing.My best pal at home.Had greatest and finest moments with it.It had been 6 years now.Fully grown yet shy and so fearful by nature it was,but projected as though it was really majestic to all new people who came home.Curd rice was staple food for it and always ensured that I leave a bowl of rice for giving it.
The very thought that its health was deteriorating went without my notice as I was involved in my cousin’s marriage.It died in my absence when I was away makes me feel bad.So lovely,caring doggie it was.Won the hearts of everyone in 6 long years.For 2 long days I was missing and longed to see.But the moment I went home I was told it died somewhere on the road.”Miss U Doggie” .My Mom,Dad and me love you so much.I wish I had seen you for the last time.I don’t know if I can shower the same amount of love on any other dog,may be I cannot for the fear of losing.It had left an indelible impression in me and luckily have its snap taken sometime back.It’s mild barking sound still reverberates in my ears and its innocent looks still clear in my mind.My eyes have almost been moist now and this post is to render my thanks for, it took care of my Mom and home when noone was there at home.Everytime when I look at the bowl it reminds me of it.
It’s indeed difficult to sense the pain of someone whom whom u love very much.
cacography by Dainty Damsel at Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
“Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends”,quipped Jacques Delili.As we grow up and form preferences,we develop definite idea on what should determine our friendship.
One can be good friends with one’s own parents,bros and sis.Cousins generally make up suitable friends as they belong to the family but we are not too closely related and so have objectivity and detachment.
Intelligence and good judgement is what makes a valuable friend and he is one who has interests at heart.Though rivalry and healthy competition are desirable among friends,jealousy has no place in this wonderful friendship.It does not help to have a friend who is not interested in studies or has bad habits for we are judged by the company we keep and bad habits are more contagious than deadly diseases.
Since friendship is such a cherished concept great writers have waxed eloquent about it.When friends have been timed and tested,”….grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel”,said Shakesphere.His play,Timon of Athens is a powerful story about the danger of being exploited by fair-weather friends or those who desert u in times of need.In the Merchant of Venice,Antonio not only pledges his wealth but even a pound of his flesh to help Bassanio.
Our epics and puranas too abound with stories of the true Friendship and the trap false friends can get into.
Some friendships are for a lifetime-they weather life’s strom and keep pace with moving wheels of Time.You might have heard your Father say,”When Vasu uncle and I were at college…..” now grey and balding,about the pranks played in the class or twit him about his then favourite film star.lasting friends are formed at school,continue through college and through the adult years.Sometimes they are even passed on to the next generation.
As in other spheres of life,friendship too has its golden rules.
Follow them sincerely and rewards will be great.
Choose a friend with care.
Remember the limits of sharing.
Too much sharing of material possessions can lead to friction.
Live within your means-whether it is your pocket money or later the money u can earn.Try not to borrow from friends-far more friendships have been lost that way than by any other.
Show care.Remember your friend’s birthday and send him a gift or a small card or wholehearted wishes.Better if you can make the card yourself.No gesture can touch the heart more as the time and labour spent by another in wishing u well.
Don’t hold back from a friend.The basis of friendship is openness and secretiveness is its bane.Also if your closefriend regards you quite trustworthy never spill the beans,that would be embarrassing for your friend.
Be steady in your friendship.Quality and not the number of friends you have matters.Flitting from one friend to another is not only unfulfilling but also shows you in poor light.Be wholehearted in your acceptance when your friend reaches out to you, and learn to keep an open mind.
We all have plus and minus points and just because your friend does not agree with you about something or does not live upto your expectations,it does not mean you should not give her a second or third chance in life.Remember your friend may have been disappointed with you,too because attimes there are vicissitudes in life.
We may lack material wealth and comforts,but in the company of good friends ,we can travel through life accompanied by laughter and sunshine,love and warmth.
cacography by Dainty Damsel at Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
The two characters,a lady and a doctor,whose names had the suffix of “Ism” in the English language were Mrs.Malaprop and Dr.Spooner.
Mrs.Malaprop was actually a character in Sheridan’s play entitled “The rivals” wherein she spoke a sentence:”She is as headstrong as an allegory on the banks of Nile”.The word "allegory" was used instead of the word “alligator”.Another one Dance a Flamingo,instead of "Flamenco".When using a difficult word and getting it wrong,and ridiculously misusing or pronouncing it,it is termed “Malapropism.”
In the case of Dr.Spooner he has the habit of having the intitial letters of words mixed up.The time-old example was:”An under-gratuate had hissed all the mistery lectures.” He wanted to say “missed all history lectures.”
Other examples of Spoonerism could be”
“It is a tip of the slung(slip of the tongue) and “Will you please take me?”(make tea).”
Mr.X took the town drain to Bangalore”(down train)
cacography by Dainty Damsel at Sunday, September 18, 2005
Life is a always like a game of chess,we play it with nature.Our mind and heart are the pawns and the prize is happiness.We have the first move and nature plays the counter-move.Our moves are choices and the counters are consequences.Interestingly,nature always wants us to win.But it’s we,who either reject it or postpone it.
Life is indeed a game.Play caustiously and be prudent in assigning priorities in life.Then life is simple.
“A rose given in life is always better than orchids in grave”.
cacography by Dainty Damsel at Sunday, September 18, 2005