Manan

Life is a strange phenomenon. People are born, people die. 1 Some are forgotten, and some are remembered. 2 This has led me to a question that echoes in my journals: why do people want to be remembered? 3 What difference does it make to them, after they have died, whether they are remembered or not? 4 We exist in a state of profound uncertainty, knowing neither the smallest thing about our universe nor the largest. 5 Why, then, is there such a powerful drive to leave a permanent mark? I confess I have a complicated relationship with the idea of legacy. On one hand, I have written that I would never want to walk in anyone's footsteps, but that I would "want to leave such an impact on my own path that some other Gaurav might be influenced by it." 6 This isn't a desire for a name carved in stone, but a hope for a quiet, positive influence—a subtle ripple. It’s a desire to be a good mentor, perhaps, but not a historical figure. This is because the pursuit of a grand leg...

 Explain the Merge Sort algorithm step-by-step, referring to this pseudocode/flowchart, as expected for a B.Tech Computer Science syllabus on data structures and algorithms. Explain its time complexity and space complexity, and provide a simple example of how it sorts an array of numbers.

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  Tiger got to hunt, Bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, 'Why, why, why?' Tiger got to sleep, Bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.   Another Quote: "If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished?" - Rumi  

 If you are lonely when you are lonely, you are in bad company

 To My Daughter, When you were just a few days old, I would sing to you — not because I had a great voice, but because it was the only way I knew how to pour my soul into the air. And you listened. You smiled. Sometimes, you simply looked at me like I was your whole world. In those moments, I learned something no book or title ever taught me: I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be yours. I hope you grow up strong, curious, kind — but never forget: You made me feel more alive with your silence than the world ever did with applause. Love always, Papa