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... to MaCh's Blog!


"It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it..."  
-Aristotle

This blog touches upon stuff as diverse as science and theology, philosophy and public policy, social welfare and politics (irony intended). 
(I am also deliberating on including business ideas and innovation, soon.)

Besides these, you also get a sneak peek into my mind- the things I see, listen, read, feel, think and their influence on what I say, do and write. (No promises here, as this depends very much on the audience- their observation and wisdom)

You can find more about me here: I, me, myself ; Do reach out some time. 

Leave your comments and suggestions on the posts here: Posts


Caution: 
Narcissists, Fanatics, Meek-willed- Do read Aristotle's quote above. Or better yet, Stay Away!
Ideas are bullet-proof, humans aren't...

Disclaimers:
All characters presented in this blog are fictional. Any resemblance with anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. 
All opinions and ideas discussed are entirely personal. No organization has any say/representation in these.

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