Nobody looking at the patterns in peacock feathers can avoid
beingamazed at their beauty. One of the latest pieces of research by
scientists has revealed that there is an astonishing design at the
basis of these patterns.
Chinese scientists have discovered a delicate mechanism of tiny hairs
in peacock feathers filtering and reflecting different wavelengths
oflight. According to a study performed by Fudan University physicist
Jian Zi and colleagues, published in the journal Proceedings of the
National Academy of Sciences, the feathers'bright colors are produced
not by pigments, but by tiny, two-dimensional crystal-like structures.
(1)
Zi and his colleagues used powerful electron microscopes to reveal the
basis of the colors in the feathers. They examined the barbules of the
male green peacock (Pavo rnuticus), in other words the even smaller
micro hairs that come off of barbs emerging from the central stem of
the feather. Under the microscope, they encountered the lattice design
in the black-and-white picture to theright. This consisted of rods
made of melanin, a protein, bound together with keratin, another
protein. The researchers observed that these two-dimensional
structures, each with a width hundreds of timesthinner than a human
hair, were arranged onebehind the other on the micro hairs. Using
additional optical examinations and calculations, the scientists
examined the spaces between the crystals and their effects.As a
result, it was revealed that the dimensions and shapes of these spaces
in the lattice led to light being reflected at slightly different
angles and thus to a variation in color.
" The male peacock tail contains spectacular beauty because of the
brilliant, iridescent, diversified, colorful eye patterns ," said Zi,
who continued, " when I watched the eye patternagainst the sunshine, I
was amazed by the stunning beauty of the feathers ." (2) Zi stated
that until their study, theexact physical mechanism producing the
colors in peacock feathers had not been known, and that although the
mechanisms they had revealed were simple, they were absolutely
ingenious.
Obviously, there is a veryspecially regulated design in peacock
feather patterns. The tiny lattices and spaces between them are of
thegreatest importance in this design. The adjustment between
thespaces is particularly striking. Were these not so arranged as to
reflect light at slightly different angles to one another, then this
variation in color would not take place.
The greater part of the color in the peacock feather is based upon
structural coloration. There is no pigment in those parts of the
feather that exhibit structural coloration, and colors reminiscent of
those on the surface of a soap bubble are able to emerge. The color of
human hair comes from pigment, and no matter how much care a person
may take of his or her hair, it is never as shiny and beautiful as a
peacock feather.
It has also been stated that this intelligent design in the peacock
can be a source of inspiration in industrial design. Andrew Parker,
azoologist and coloration expert at the University of Oxford, who
interpreted Zi's findings says that discovering so-called photonic
crystals in peacock feathers could allow scientists to adapt the
structures for industrial and commercial applications. These crystals
could be used to channel light in telecommunications equipment, or to
create new tiny computer chips. (3)
It is clear that the peacock has marvelous patterns and a special
design, and that thanks to the imitation of this mechanism, maybe in
the near future, we shall see objects and accessories covered in the
brightest of coatings. Yet how did such a gorgeous, intelligent and
inspirational design first emerge? Could the peacock know that the
colors in its feathers depended on crystals and the spaces between
them? Could the feather have itself brought the feathers on its body
into being and later have decided to add a coloring mechanism to them?
Could it then have arranged that mechanism in such a way as to produce
those stunning designs? Of course, not.
For example, if we were to encounter marvelous patterns made out of
colored stones as we walked beside the edge of a river, and if we also
saw that there were eye-like designs arranged like a fan, thenwe would
think that these had been laid out in a conscious manner, and not that
they had appeared by chance. It would be evident that these patterns,
reflectingan artistic perspective and addressing human aesthetic
tastes, had been made by an artist. The same thing applies to peacock
feathers. In the same way that pictures and designs reveal the
existence of the artists who produced them, the patterns in the
peacock feather reveal the existence of the Creator Who made them.
There can be no doubt but thatit is God Who brought together and
arranged the crystal-like structuresin the peacock feather and
produced such marvelous patterns fromthem. God reveals His flawless
creation in a verse from the Qur'an:
He is God - the Creator, the Maker, the Giver of Form. To Him belong
the Most Beautiful Names. Everything in the heavens and Earth
glorifies Him. He is the Almighty, the All-Wise. (Qur'an, 59:24)
1- Jian Zi et al,"Coloration strategies in peacock feathers", PNAS
2003;100 12576-12578;
http://www.pnas.org/cgi/content/abstract/100/22/12576?etoc
2- John Pickrell , "PhysicsPlucks Secret of Peacock Feather Colors",
17 Ekim 2003, http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/10/1016_031017_peacockcolors.html
3- Ibid.
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The physical basis of the beauty in peacock feathers revealed
The maternal compassion and the example of the self-sacrifice in the octopus
In the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean, the giant octopus – their
length exceeds four metres- live. The octopus searches for a shelter
in order to be safe and when they find the shelter they live there
until the end of their lives.
This shelter is a place where the octopus will give birth to the baby
octopi safely. As soon as the mother octopus settles down, it starts
to lay eggs. After giving birth to about 100,000 baby octopi , it
won't breed again.
The mother octopus takes care of its babies with great
self-devotionduring six months. In order to keep the babiesalive the
nest should be moist. To do this, the octopus checks the eggs
frequently. To cater to the oxygen of the eggs, the octopus splashes
water continuously on the eggs.
The mother octopus is sobusy taking care of the eggs that it doesn't
spend time on eating anything. Although it could easily die from
starvation, it endeavors without stopping to takecare of its eggs
until they hatch safely and easily until it breaths its last.
In the end, young and fully-formed babies hatch from the eggs...
However, the mother octopus which is a caretaker, compassionate and
merciful is dead.
Of course, He is Allah Who creates the octopuswith compassion, mercy
and devotion, and He has the infinite mercy and compassion, as He is
the Creator and maintainer of all living things. Allah is most
Benefcent, the most Merciful.
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length exceeds four metres- live. The octopus searches for a shelter
in order to be safe and when they find the shelter they live there
until the end of their lives.
This shelter is a place where the octopus will give birth to the baby
octopi safely. As soon as the mother octopus settles down, it starts
to lay eggs. After giving birth to about 100,000 baby octopi , it
won't breed again.
The mother octopus takes care of its babies with great
self-devotionduring six months. In order to keep the babiesalive the
nest should be moist. To do this, the octopus checks the eggs
frequently. To cater to the oxygen of the eggs, the octopus splashes
water continuously on the eggs.
The mother octopus is sobusy taking care of the eggs that it doesn't
spend time on eating anything. Although it could easily die from
starvation, it endeavors without stopping to takecare of its eggs
until they hatch safely and easily until it breaths its last.
In the end, young and fully-formed babies hatch from the eggs...
However, the mother octopus which is a caretaker, compassionate and
merciful is dead.
Of course, He is Allah Who creates the octopuswith compassion, mercy
and devotion, and He has the infinite mercy and compassion, as He is
the Creator and maintainer of all living things. Allah is most
Benefcent, the most Merciful.
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And Allah Knows the Best!
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Published by :->
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Sun, sand and solace
A chance detour leads Soma Basu to a memorial and a balmy day at the
beach at Kundakal
Rameswaram is a pucca holy town swamped bypilgrims round the year.
There are numerous temples that dot the coastline that make it even
more popular. I leave Madurai with warningsthat the beaches in
Rameswaram are dirty, with no activities or adventure tourism to speak
of. I hope the waves, the wind and the sand will make it worth my
while. After all it is flanked by the Indian Ocean and the Bay of
Bengal. It has to be an inspiring experience.
It turns out to be just that, and I almost miss it.
Next to the town's check-post, beside a huge flexboard, is a small —
and almost invisible — board which says 'Vivekananda Memorial'. I
decide to investigate. After aboutthree kilometres down a narrow
winding path, I spot a brightly painted building in redand orange
standing tall, right on the goldenbeach. The liquid blue ocean is in
the background and all I hear is the lap of waves. It instantly feels
good. This is the villageof Kundakal.
An old man sits alone on a wooden bench and waves me inside the
memorial, after selling me a five rupee ticket. Inside the high
ceiling hall is a tall bronze statue of SwamiVivekananda and on the
walls are stories from his life. The village and this memorial are
significant as it is here that Vivekananda entered India after
addressing the World Religious Parliament at Chicago. The tour of the
memorial does not take more than 15 minutes, even if you are
meticulous and go about it in a thorough way. It is a good feeling to
pay homage to Vivekananda. Outside, a feast awaits the senses.
The sea creates a spontaneous sense of peace. The memorial and the
pervading agarbatti fragrance around this unexploredand unrecognised
stretch of sea line creates an almost spiritual ambience. Thebeach is
clean and the water a lovely blue. It isnot difficult to spend the
entire day here in solitude, watching the endless dance of the waves
against the shore. A huddle of fishing boats bob silently nearby. Two
tiny islands in the distance complete the scenic backdrop. The sand
feels soft as powdered sugar underfoot.
The old man from the memorial reappears and explains how the sea is
always calm here and home to a variety of coral reefs, marine algae,
sea cucumbers, starfish, sponges and crabs. May be that is why a small
marine museum has been constructed next to the memorial. It is
scheduled for inauguration next month.
As the sun comes down,seagulls swoop down. The colour of the
waterdarkens and there is a spectacular sunset. I have no regrets
about not making it all the way to Rameswaram. The unplanned detour to
Kundakal was perfect. I return home humming Led Zeppelin's 'Down by
the Seaside…'
Getting there
Rameswaram is well connected by road, air and train. The nearest
airport is Madurai, 174 km.
Where to stay
There are several low budget hotels in Rameswaram town
beach at Kundakal
Rameswaram is a pucca holy town swamped bypilgrims round the year.
There are numerous temples that dot the coastline that make it even
more popular. I leave Madurai with warningsthat the beaches in
Rameswaram are dirty, with no activities or adventure tourism to speak
of. I hope the waves, the wind and the sand will make it worth my
while. After all it is flanked by the Indian Ocean and the Bay of
Bengal. It has to be an inspiring experience.
It turns out to be just that, and I almost miss it.
Next to the town's check-post, beside a huge flexboard, is a small —
and almost invisible — board which says 'Vivekananda Memorial'. I
decide to investigate. After aboutthree kilometres down a narrow
winding path, I spot a brightly painted building in redand orange
standing tall, right on the goldenbeach. The liquid blue ocean is in
the background and all I hear is the lap of waves. It instantly feels
good. This is the villageof Kundakal.
An old man sits alone on a wooden bench and waves me inside the
memorial, after selling me a five rupee ticket. Inside the high
ceiling hall is a tall bronze statue of SwamiVivekananda and on the
walls are stories from his life. The village and this memorial are
significant as it is here that Vivekananda entered India after
addressing the World Religious Parliament at Chicago. The tour of the
memorial does not take more than 15 minutes, even if you are
meticulous and go about it in a thorough way. It is a good feeling to
pay homage to Vivekananda. Outside, a feast awaits the senses.
The sea creates a spontaneous sense of peace. The memorial and the
pervading agarbatti fragrance around this unexploredand unrecognised
stretch of sea line creates an almost spiritual ambience. Thebeach is
clean and the water a lovely blue. It isnot difficult to spend the
entire day here in solitude, watching the endless dance of the waves
against the shore. A huddle of fishing boats bob silently nearby. Two
tiny islands in the distance complete the scenic backdrop. The sand
feels soft as powdered sugar underfoot.
The old man from the memorial reappears and explains how the sea is
always calm here and home to a variety of coral reefs, marine algae,
sea cucumbers, starfish, sponges and crabs. May be that is why a small
marine museum has been constructed next to the memorial. It is
scheduled for inauguration next month.
As the sun comes down,seagulls swoop down. The colour of the
waterdarkens and there is a spectacular sunset. I have no regrets
about not making it all the way to Rameswaram. The unplanned detour to
Kundakal was perfect. I return home humming Led Zeppelin's 'Down by
the Seaside…'
Getting there
Rameswaram is well connected by road, air and train. The nearest
airport is Madurai, 174 km.
Where to stay
There are several low budget hotels in Rameswaram town
Sun, sand and solace
A chance detour leads Soma Basu to a memorial and a balmy day at the
beach at Kundakal
Rameswaram is a pucca holy town swamped bypilgrims round the year.
There are numerous temples that dot the coastline that make it even
more popular. I leave Madurai with warningsthat the beaches in
Rameswaram are dirty, with no activities or adventure tourism to speak
of. I hope the waves, the wind and the sand will make it worth my
while. After all it is flanked by the Indian Ocean and the Bay of
Bengal. It has to be an inspiring experience.
It turns out to be just that, and I almost miss it.
Next to the town's check-post, beside a huge flexboard, is a small —
and almost invisible — board which says 'Vivekananda Memorial'. I
decide to investigate. After aboutthree kilometres down a narrow
winding path, I spot a brightly painted building in redand orange
standing tall, right on the goldenbeach. The liquid blue ocean is in
the background and all I hear is the lap of waves. It instantly feels
good. This is the villageof Kundakal.
An old man sits alone on a wooden bench and waves me inside the
memorial, after selling me a five rupee ticket. Inside the high
ceiling hall is a tall bronze statue of SwamiVivekananda and on the
walls are stories from his life. The village and this memorial are
significant as it is here that Vivekananda entered India after
addressing the World Religious Parliament at Chicago. The tour of the
memorial does not take more than 15 minutes, even if you are
meticulous and go about it in a thorough way. It is a good feeling to
pay homage to Vivekananda. Outside, a feast awaits the senses.
The sea creates a spontaneous sense of peace. The memorial and the
pervading agarbatti fragrance around this unexploredand unrecognised
stretch of sea line creates an almost spiritual ambience. Thebeach is
clean and the water a lovely blue. It isnot difficult to spend the
entire day here in solitude, watching the endless dance of the waves
against the shore. A huddle of fishing boats bob silently nearby. Two
tiny islands in the distance complete the scenic backdrop. The sand
feels soft as powdered sugar underfoot.
The old man from the memorial reappears and explains how the sea is
always calm here and home to a variety of coral reefs, marine algae,
sea cucumbers, starfish, sponges and crabs. May be that is why a small
marine museum has been constructed next to the memorial. It is
scheduled for inauguration next month.
As the sun comes down,seagulls swoop down. The colour of the
waterdarkens and there is a spectacular sunset. I have no regrets
about not making it all the way to Rameswaram. The unplanned detour to
Kundakal was perfect. I return home humming Led Zeppelin's 'Down by
the Seaside…'
Getting there
Rameswaram is well connected by road, air and train. The nearest
airport is Madurai, 174 km.
Where to stay
There are several low budget hotels in Rameswaram town
beach at Kundakal
Rameswaram is a pucca holy town swamped bypilgrims round the year.
There are numerous temples that dot the coastline that make it even
more popular. I leave Madurai with warningsthat the beaches in
Rameswaram are dirty, with no activities or adventure tourism to speak
of. I hope the waves, the wind and the sand will make it worth my
while. After all it is flanked by the Indian Ocean and the Bay of
Bengal. It has to be an inspiring experience.
It turns out to be just that, and I almost miss it.
Next to the town's check-post, beside a huge flexboard, is a small —
and almost invisible — board which says 'Vivekananda Memorial'. I
decide to investigate. After aboutthree kilometres down a narrow
winding path, I spot a brightly painted building in redand orange
standing tall, right on the goldenbeach. The liquid blue ocean is in
the background and all I hear is the lap of waves. It instantly feels
good. This is the villageof Kundakal.
An old man sits alone on a wooden bench and waves me inside the
memorial, after selling me a five rupee ticket. Inside the high
ceiling hall is a tall bronze statue of SwamiVivekananda and on the
walls are stories from his life. The village and this memorial are
significant as it is here that Vivekananda entered India after
addressing the World Religious Parliament at Chicago. The tour of the
memorial does not take more than 15 minutes, even if you are
meticulous and go about it in a thorough way. It is a good feeling to
pay homage to Vivekananda. Outside, a feast awaits the senses.
The sea creates a spontaneous sense of peace. The memorial and the
pervading agarbatti fragrance around this unexploredand unrecognised
stretch of sea line creates an almost spiritual ambience. Thebeach is
clean and the water a lovely blue. It isnot difficult to spend the
entire day here in solitude, watching the endless dance of the waves
against the shore. A huddle of fishing boats bob silently nearby. Two
tiny islands in the distance complete the scenic backdrop. The sand
feels soft as powdered sugar underfoot.
The old man from the memorial reappears and explains how the sea is
always calm here and home to a variety of coral reefs, marine algae,
sea cucumbers, starfish, sponges and crabs. May be that is why a small
marine museum has been constructed next to the memorial. It is
scheduled for inauguration next month.
As the sun comes down,seagulls swoop down. The colour of the
waterdarkens and there is a spectacular sunset. I have no regrets
about not making it all the way to Rameswaram. The unplanned detour to
Kundakal was perfect. I return home humming Led Zeppelin's 'Down by
the Seaside…'
Getting there
Rameswaram is well connected by road, air and train. The nearest
airport is Madurai, 174 km.
Where to stay
There are several low budget hotels in Rameswaram town
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