Raghav Says.....

Newton 's Method:
Let, the lion catch you. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Implies you caught lion.


Einstein Method:
Run in the direction opposite to that of the lion. Due to higher relative velocity, the lion will also run faster and will get tired soon. Now you can trap it easily.


Software Engineer Method:
Catch a cat and claim that your testing has proven that its a Lion. If anyone comes back with issues tell that you will upgrade it to Lion.


Indian Police Method:
Catch any animal and interrogate it & torture it to accept that its a lion .


Rajnikanth Method :
Keep warning the lion that u may come and attack anytime. The lion will live in fear and die soon in fear itself.


Jayalalitha Method:
Send Police commissioner Muthukaruppan around 2AM and kill it, while it's sleeping !


Manirathnam Method (director):
Make sure the lion does not get sun light and put the lion in a dark room with a single candle

Newton's Theory

Once all the scientists die and go to heaven...... ......

They decide to play hide-n-seek. ........

Unfortunately Einstein is the one who has the den......... ..

He is supposed to count up to 100...and then start searching... ..

Everyone starts hiding except Newton...... ...

Newton just draws a square of 1 meter and stands in it right in front of Einstein.... .......

Einstein's counting
1,2,3......97, 98,99.... .100..... ...

He opens his eyes and finds Newton standing in front....... .

Einstein says "newton's out..newton' s....out. ...."

Newton denies and says i am not out........

He claims that he is not Newton......

All the scientists come out to see how he proves that he is not Newton ...
Newton says "I am standing in a square of area 1 meter squared.....

That makes me Newton per meter squared..... .

since one Newton per meter squared is one Pascal, I'm Pascal,

Therefore Pascal is OUT.........

Tiger

The Tiger, a poem by William Blake

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye.
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat.
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp.
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile His work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?