Plastic smiles galore,
back stabbing at close range,
Seething anger within,
Sweet words outside,
pleasure to watch hypocrisy and histrionics,
side by side.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Joke or Joker?
Back when I was a kid,
You were too big to imagine.
Made long trips
to be in your presence.
It always felt weird.
Something absurd.
You were supposed to be everywhere
watching everything.
Yet when we wanted to meet you,
we had to queue up.
You were above and beyond
all doubt.
Blind faith.
You were beyond all knowledge.
Reason stood no chance
to understand your infinite power.
Questions were hushed up.
Answers were rare.
People kill each other in your name.
But what can we say,
you are omniscient.
Foolishness has limits.
But when it is you,
there can be none.
Little did I know,
we created you,
the best variable ever,
a joker card which can fit
in every gap science cannot fill,
a drug more addictive than any other,
billions have been hallucinating,
for thousands of years,
millions have died in your name,
millions will,
while you remain invisible
without any proof.
I cannot blame you
Because you don't exist.
When Man wanted to hide his ignorance
he named it God.
You were too big to imagine.
Made long trips
to be in your presence.
It always felt weird.
Something absurd.
You were supposed to be everywhere
watching everything.
Yet when we wanted to meet you,
we had to queue up.
You were above and beyond
all doubt.
Blind faith.
You were beyond all knowledge.
Reason stood no chance
to understand your infinite power.
Questions were hushed up.
Answers were rare.
People kill each other in your name.
But what can we say,
you are omniscient.
Foolishness has limits.
But when it is you,
there can be none.
Little did I know,
we created you,
the best variable ever,
a joker card which can fit
in every gap science cannot fill,
a drug more addictive than any other,
billions have been hallucinating,
for thousands of years,
millions have died in your name,
millions will,
while you remain invisible
without any proof.
I cannot blame you
Because you don't exist.
When Man wanted to hide his ignorance
he named it God.
Monday, October 22, 2007
To fight is THE choice
A tribute to you,
the past me,
for fighting it out.
It was cold and wet,
Men were wicked,
Pockets were empty,
it was a long walk uphill,
from the edges of poverty,
to a respectful life.
All along in perfect knowledge
that it's just a stage
and its all an illusion.
But if that's the way
the game is played,
well that's how
you will play it.
It was pretty dark back then,
insults were heaped generously.
All you had was the dream
to make it to the top
and you did.
All you needed to fight
was you and you alone.
There were times
when a passer-by stood
and gave a glance
at your struggle.
May be he took a lesson
or two from you.
The strength came from with-in,
from outside
when you saw determination
to fight it out.
To fight is a choice,
a chance you took,
when there was nothing to lose.
To fight is the choice,
in absence of any chance to win.
To fight is noble,
when the other option
is to bow like a weed.
It was a hurricane
which you survived.
To see what you have seen
To think what you have lived
is to go through all hell on earth.
You did not take it upon fate,
nor on God,
You did not ask help,
You fought it,
with all that you had,
though it was nothing.
You believed that the darkest tests
you had
were the best lessons.
the past me,
for fighting it out.
It was cold and wet,
Men were wicked,
Pockets were empty,
it was a long walk uphill,
from the edges of poverty,
to a respectful life.
All along in perfect knowledge
that it's just a stage
and its all an illusion.
But if that's the way
the game is played,
well that's how
you will play it.
It was pretty dark back then,
insults were heaped generously.
All you had was the dream
to make it to the top
and you did.
All you needed to fight
was you and you alone.
There were times
when a passer-by stood
and gave a glance
at your struggle.
May be he took a lesson
or two from you.
The strength came from with-in,
from outside
when you saw determination
to fight it out.
To fight is a choice,
a chance you took,
when there was nothing to lose.
To fight is the choice,
in absence of any chance to win.
To fight is noble,
when the other option
is to bow like a weed.
It was a hurricane
which you survived.
To see what you have seen
To think what you have lived
is to go through all hell on earth.
You did not take it upon fate,
nor on God,
You did not ask help,
You fought it,
with all that you had,
though it was nothing.
You believed that the darkest tests
you had
were the best lessons.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Melt in a second
Long after you are gone,
the smile lingers on.
A strange sense of blankness.
Light too bright to see.
Madness is not distant.
Uncontrollable smirk.
Mind can be the alternate universe
with its own big bangs
and black holes.
Gravity and causality disappear.
It was not you,
it was me.
You were a random occurrence
when I was looking for a coincidence.
Consequences and causes are mine.
In the infinite wisdom of chaos
a flake of snow floated
on to my outstretched hand
to melt in a second.
the smile lingers on.
A strange sense of blankness.
Light too bright to see.
Madness is not distant.
Uncontrollable smirk.
Mind can be the alternate universe
with its own big bangs
and black holes.
Gravity and causality disappear.
It was not you,
it was me.
You were a random occurrence
when I was looking for a coincidence.
Consequences and causes are mine.
In the infinite wisdom of chaos
a flake of snow floated
on to my outstretched hand
to melt in a second.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Moments
Today when I walk alone,
I remember how
it felt invincible
to know no fear.
Nothing could stop me.
It still cannot.
Everything which felt close,
exciting and fun,
is transient.
Always in the moment
but not totally,
held back by fear of losing it.
I will lose it anyway.
Excited to meet new moments,
looking back at old ones
cherishing them,
like they were those drops of rain,
before they hit the ground.
I remember how
it felt invincible
to know no fear.
Nothing could stop me.
It still cannot.
Everything which felt close,
exciting and fun,
is transient.
Always in the moment
but not totally,
held back by fear of losing it.
I will lose it anyway.
Excited to meet new moments,
looking back at old ones
cherishing them,
like they were those drops of rain,
before they hit the ground.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Power to fly
Wind can blow you away.
It can lift you up,
carry you over the ocean,
to a distant land of dreams.
Hands stretched wide,
facing the current,
with the wide ocean in front of you,
all tending to infinity,
lightness of being can be felt.
Evolution has been partial to mankind.
Wings are no bird's property.
I can trade my power to reason,
if I can get the power to fly.
It can lift you up,
carry you over the ocean,
to a distant land of dreams.
Hands stretched wide,
facing the current,
with the wide ocean in front of you,
all tending to infinity,
lightness of being can be felt.
Evolution has been partial to mankind.
Wings are no bird's property.
I can trade my power to reason,
if I can get the power to fly.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Mt Shasta
Rising above the clouds,
like an emperor too tall to bow,
stood a lone giant.
Greener than the darkest green,
that man has ever seen,
are the meadows.
A minute of silence beside the stream,
the source of which is just ahead,
are the moments which make life.
Like a huge river taking birth,
oozing out was water pure and sweet,
from the depths of mother earth.
An hour can be spent in the lake below,
watching the emperor in his glory.
Snow on the peaks,
gives the perfect veil,
for all the rumbling inside.
A kayak in a far off lake,
The water waves stoking softly,
A tired soul dozed off into heaven,
Watching the majesty rise so high.
Mt Shasta
Friday, June 29, 2007
Bonds
Hanging on a thin silk thread of web,
from a tree outside the window,
is a tiny leaf.
Wind doesn't differentiate.
The leaf hung on
not knowing whether to fall gracefully to certain death,
or to wait few more days.
from a tree outside the window,
is a tiny leaf.
Wind doesn't differentiate.
The leaf hung on
not knowing whether to fall gracefully to certain death,
or to wait few more days.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Reflections
There were the best moments.
And there were the worst.
Some dreams were denied.
Better ones were granted.
Some regrets remain.
Connecting the dots backwards,
they all line-up.
New questions have come up.
Old ones have been answered.
Best gifts are not physical anymore.
A word of comfort
more than made up for the day.
Revelations help the ego.
Once the "whys" are answered,
all that is left is awe.
Meandering it may seem,
uphill it may be,
next step may take eons,
summit is beautiful.
At the crossroads
I stand.
There are infinite ways to live.
The one I love
is the most elusive.
And there were the worst.
Some dreams were denied.
Better ones were granted.
Some regrets remain.
Connecting the dots backwards,
they all line-up.
New questions have come up.
Old ones have been answered.
Best gifts are not physical anymore.
A word of comfort
more than made up for the day.
Revelations help the ego.
Once the "whys" are answered,
all that is left is awe.
Meandering it may seem,
uphill it may be,
next step may take eons,
summit is beautiful.
At the crossroads
I stand.
There are infinite ways to live.
The one I love
is the most elusive.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Jasmine
Jasmines are generally white.
She was not.
Multiple hues but no trace of white.
A beautiful girl who lived next door.
Intelligence filled her face.
A delight to watch.
One day, she laughed.
She laughed uncontrollably.
There was no joke.
But she continued.
May be she laughed because she saw,
with crystal clarity,
the absurdity of life.
It is funny sometimes.
But the ones who realize it,
are usually kept in asylums.
And all the confused ones,
get confined in their own minds,
in the free world outside.
She had just fallen over the edge.
She was just sixteen.
Yet she had reached the end of her life.
Who pushed her?
Her adopted parents?
Her true ones?
Her own mind?
Or the ghost?
Like my Mom innocently believes.
What happened to Jasmine?
Where did she go?
Another forgotten bright soul,
which couldn't bear its own lightness.
When she moved on to the brighter consciousness,
I was sitting nearby,
a ten year old,
believing that she will come back to be normal
and play chess with me.
She was not.
Multiple hues but no trace of white.
A beautiful girl who lived next door.
Intelligence filled her face.
A delight to watch.
One day, she laughed.
She laughed uncontrollably.
There was no joke.
But she continued.
May be she laughed because she saw,
with crystal clarity,
the absurdity of life.
It is funny sometimes.
But the ones who realize it,
are usually kept in asylums.
And all the confused ones,
get confined in their own minds,
in the free world outside.
She had just fallen over the edge.
She was just sixteen.
Yet she had reached the end of her life.
Who pushed her?
Her adopted parents?
Her true ones?
Her own mind?
Or the ghost?
Like my Mom innocently believes.
What happened to Jasmine?
Where did she go?
Another forgotten bright soul,
which couldn't bear its own lightness.
When she moved on to the brighter consciousness,
I was sitting nearby,
a ten year old,
believing that she will come back to be normal
and play chess with me.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The feel of the place
A journey started nowhere
to a destination unknown.
It ended in a place undiscovered.
It led to a path through the thick woods.
Sun was blocked,
may be by the clouds,
may be by the leaves.
Little drops of rain
cascaded through the branches.
Clouds they were, then.
Sound of water in the streams,
Hypnosis in disguise.
The smell of wet earth again.
Too many memories rush by.
A friend to walk along.
Intersecting paths.
The fear of getting lost,
And the joy of adventure.
The relief to come back
to the intersection where we lost.
The identity of familiarity.
The joy of the known
and the excitement of the unknown.
Driving on the edge,
daring to fall,
but hanging on.
The feel of the place
that is all that remains.
to a destination unknown.
It ended in a place undiscovered.
It led to a path through the thick woods.
Sun was blocked,
may be by the clouds,
may be by the leaves.
Little drops of rain
cascaded through the branches.
Clouds they were, then.
Sound of water in the streams,
Hypnosis in disguise.
The smell of wet earth again.
Too many memories rush by.
A friend to walk along.
Intersecting paths.
The fear of getting lost,
And the joy of adventure.
The relief to come back
to the intersection where we lost.
The identity of familiarity.
The joy of the known
and the excitement of the unknown.
Driving on the edge,
daring to fall,
but hanging on.
The feel of the place
that is all that remains.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
"B"log!
My life is a play of light.
So is my blog.
Shadows in the corner.
Shadows on the window.
The mesh of lines revealing
the sky in different hues.
Intimidating extent of effects.
The blur of the lines on the left
as if they are not sure
which way.
The unknown on the right
behind the walls.
Thoughts flowing in a limited space.
Left over impressions
in their own space.
If it is you today,
yesterday was somebody.
Expanding envelopes of waves
emerging from an unseen center.
All lines seeming straight
but none in reality.
Shapes belong to no names.
What you see now
is what I am today.
But with a little effort
we can see the past.
And we will never know what next.
So is my blog.
Shadows in the corner.
Shadows on the window.
The mesh of lines revealing
the sky in different hues.
Intimidating extent of effects.
The blur of the lines on the left
as if they are not sure
which way.
The unknown on the right
behind the walls.
Thoughts flowing in a limited space.
Left over impressions
in their own space.
If it is you today,
yesterday was somebody.
Expanding envelopes of waves
emerging from an unseen center.
All lines seeming straight
but none in reality.
Shapes belong to no names.
What you see now
is what I am today.
But with a little effort
we can see the past.
And we will never know what next.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Boundaries
Where do I end?
And where do you start?
Do I end at my fingers?
Do you start at yours?
Or do I end deep inside you?
And do you start at my heart?
Boundaries overlap to form a haze,
it clears up for just enough
for me to see through.
Then again,
it is a big universe of chaos.
Where does all the clutter come from?
I did not bring it in.
But yes,
I did not throw it out too.
Whenever it gets cleared,
I see a new world.
Fresh and virgin,
to be loved and loved back.
And where do you start?
Do I end at my fingers?
Do you start at yours?
Or do I end deep inside you?
And do you start at my heart?
Boundaries overlap to form a haze,
it clears up for just enough
for me to see through.
Then again,
it is a big universe of chaos.
Where does all the clutter come from?
I did not bring it in.
But yes,
I did not throw it out too.
Whenever it gets cleared,
I see a new world.
Fresh and virgin,
to be loved and loved back.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The Seven Tag
Continuing Nas's tag here.
It is on the to-do list for so long that I wanted to take it up as a challenge! “Can’t dos” were easy while “can dos” were mighty tough.
Seven things I plan (dream) to do before I die
1. Start and own a company or companies. To be an entrepreneur is my biggest dream.
2. Receive Nobel Prize (Lofty:D)
3. Climb Mt. Everest (he he… this is becoming ridiculous!)
4. Run a full marathon (Exhausting, huh?)
5. Make a difference (big) in a lot of lives.
6. Experience intense, passionate and deeply emotional love.
7. Travel in space. If human settlement becomes a reality in Mars, I hope I have enough money or luck to be among first few settlers.
2. Receive Nobel Prize (Lofty:D)
3. Climb Mt. Everest (he he… this is becoming ridiculous!)
4. Run a full marathon (Exhausting, huh?)
5. Make a difference (big) in a lot of lives.
6. Experience intense, passionate and deeply emotional love.
7. Travel in space. If human settlement becomes a reality in Mars, I hope I have enough money or luck to be among first few settlers.
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Seven things I can do
Seven things I can do
1. Act as though I am very caring and friendly :)
2. Change and adapt like a chameleon.
3. Forget
4. Psycho analyze
5. Super multi-task without completing anything.
6. Exaggerate
2. Change and adapt like a chameleon.
3. Forget
4. Psycho analyze
5. Super multi-task without completing anything.
6. Exaggerate
7. Roam around without direction
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Seven things I can't do
1. Be disciplined.
2. Follow routine
3. Remember routes
4. Make friends in the first meeting.
5. Be organized
6. Implement the plans
7. Forgive
2. Follow routine
3. Remember routes
4. Make friends in the first meeting.
5. Be organized
6. Implement the plans
7. Forgive
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Seven things I say the most
Seven things I say the most
1. Yeah
2. ok
2. ok
3. Hmmm
4. I
5. You
6. Later
7. Not sure
4. I
5. You
6. Later
7. Not sure
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Seven things I say the most on my blog
1. Love
2. Me, I etc
3. Here I go
4. God
5. Destiny
6. Why
7. End
2. Me, I etc
3. Here I go
4. God
5. Destiny
6. Why
7. End
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Seven things that attract me to the opposite
Seven things that attract me to the opposite
1. Childlike
2. Style and Character
3. Eyes, Lips and other physical aspects. :D
4. Unpredictability
5. Intelligence
6. Sense of humor
7. Secretiveness
2. Style and Character
3. Eyes, Lips and other physical aspects. :D
4. Unpredictability
5. Intelligence
6. Sense of humor
7. Secretiveness
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Seven celebrity crushes
Seven celebrity crushes
1. Katrina Kaif
2. Kate Winslet
3. Shriya Saran
4. Genelia D'Souza
5. Natalie Portman
6. Jodie Foster
7. Jennifer Aniston
2. Kate Winslet
3. Shriya Saran
4. Genelia D'Souza
5. Natalie Portman
6. Jodie Foster
7. Jennifer Aniston
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Wow!
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Illusion
Every time you walk away,
a wave of finality descends.
There are things untold.
If I had known,
I would have told the truth.
I am hiding the obvious.
You are refusing to see it.
Denial is what we both do.
You deny that it is there.
I deny that it is not.
We are dreamers,
caught in a real world.
We mock all those
who want to balance life.
We give more than what we can
and then some more.
Practicality has no meaning
in our grand scheme.
I know you more than you do.
And I love you more than myself.
You may not realize it today.
I get caught in your eyes
and see a layer of gloss.
I forget that it is shallow.
And when the gloss
tries to behold me,
I slip away.
It could be an illusion.
An elaborate plot
which has gone according to the plan.
If destiny can be changed,
I will try.
But if the play was already written,
I will play my role.
a wave of finality descends.
There are things untold.
If I had known,
I would have told the truth.
I am hiding the obvious.
You are refusing to see it.
Denial is what we both do.
You deny that it is there.
I deny that it is not.
We are dreamers,
caught in a real world.
We mock all those
who want to balance life.
We give more than what we can
and then some more.
Practicality has no meaning
in our grand scheme.
I know you more than you do.
And I love you more than myself.
You may not realize it today.
I get caught in your eyes
and see a layer of gloss.
I forget that it is shallow.
And when the gloss
tries to behold me,
I slip away.
It could be an illusion.
An elaborate plot
which has gone according to the plan.
If destiny can be changed,
I will try.
But if the play was already written,
I will play my role.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Stupid, I am.
That I want from you,
you don't know.
That I give you,
you don't want.
Destination.
Is that all I want?
Journey.
That’s all I want.
Discomfort.
That I won’t cause.
Fade.
I will, into time.
Silent.
It will be.
Difference.
You won’t realize.
Everything.
I have.
Happy.
I should be.
You.
I don’t have.
Hurt.
Should I be?
PS: Comment. You have to. It sucks. That’s true. Write it. I will feel better. :)
you don't know.
That I give you,
you don't want.
Destination.
Is that all I want?
Journey.
That’s all I want.
Discomfort.
That I won’t cause.
Fade.
I will, into time.
Silent.
It will be.
Difference.
You won’t realize.
Everything.
I have.
Happy.
I should be.
You.
I don’t have.
Hurt.
Should I be?
PS: Comment. You have to. It sucks. That’s true. Write it. I will feel better. :)
Thursday, March 01, 2007
For you I should
Forever I can.
For you I should.
In this eternal silence,
longing for you.
In the game,
guessing your next move.
In the love,
waiting for one moment.
Digging up and burying
those memories
you gave
and those
you took away.
Breaking up and moving closer.
Breaking down and denying it.
Being right next to you
and feeling far away.
Saying all that
you want to hear
and hiding all that
I want to say.
I can.
For you I would.
Will I?
For you I should.
In this eternal silence,
longing for you.
In the game,
guessing your next move.
In the love,
waiting for one moment.
Digging up and burying
those memories
you gave
and those
you took away.
Breaking up and moving closer.
Breaking down and denying it.
Being right next to you
and feeling far away.
Saying all that
you want to hear
and hiding all that
I want to say.
I can.
For you I would.
Will I?
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Pseudo
Guilt chases me
for empty promises I made
beautiful castles I built
sweet words I whispered
happy dreams I wove
moral values I held
tall virtues I symbolized
false compliments I showered
borrowed advice I delivered
divine hope I beckoned
heavenly future I promised
and because you believed.
for empty promises I made
beautiful castles I built
sweet words I whispered
happy dreams I wove
moral values I held
tall virtues I symbolized
false compliments I showered
borrowed advice I delivered
divine hope I beckoned
heavenly future I promised
and because you believed.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Subtle endings
Like horizons of never ending oceans,
fuzzy tails of comets,
multiple reflections on a dark window,
flowing robes of an angel,
irregular edges of a cloud,
unreachable mirage in a desert,
first rays of sun at dawn,
soft whispers on a summer night,
some things should not end.
Yet they have to.
In the most subtle way ever.
fuzzy tails of comets,
multiple reflections on a dark window,
flowing robes of an angel,
irregular edges of a cloud,
unreachable mirage in a desert,
first rays of sun at dawn,
soft whispers on a summer night,
some things should not end.
Yet they have to.
In the most subtle way ever.
Friday, February 23, 2007
The fire of desire.
Reason,
Self-esteem,
Purpose.
Lost all of them,
in a dream.
Up into the clouds,
it lifts me.
Then abruptly,
drops me.
Is getting hurt,
a pastime?
A sin,
committed by whom?
Optimism and hope,
are they sins?
Am I a sinner?
Yes, I am.
The fire of desire
will burn forever.
Engulfing me,
the sinner.
Self-esteem,
Purpose.
Lost all of them,
in a dream.
Up into the clouds,
it lifts me.
Then abruptly,
drops me.
Is getting hurt,
a pastime?
A sin,
committed by whom?
Optimism and hope,
are they sins?
Am I a sinner?
Yes, I am.
The fire of desire
will burn forever.
Engulfing me,
the sinner.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Reality is a mirage!
On the altar of love,
obsession is the other name.
Nothing is an alternative.
Choice is an irony.
Today's joy
or tomorrow's sorrow?
An idealist back
after a trip to the perfect world.
Secrets beneath layers of courtesies.
Tragedy of coincidences.
Which is the truth?
Object or the projection?
Subject or the image?
Lost in the waves of consciousness,
reality is a mirage.
PS : Another one!! Ur destiny!
obsession is the other name.
Nothing is an alternative.
Choice is an irony.
Today's joy
or tomorrow's sorrow?
An idealist back
after a trip to the perfect world.
Secrets beneath layers of courtesies.
Tragedy of coincidences.
Which is the truth?
Object or the projection?
Subject or the image?
Lost in the waves of consciousness,
reality is a mirage.
PS : Another one!! Ur destiny!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
We live!
We live
behind a facade.
Too shy
to share our dreams.
Too independent
to ask for help.
We live
in a borrowed reality,
on a broken rainbow.
Too proud
to confess our loneliness.
Too eager
to give.
Too uncomfortable
to take back.
We live
balancing the life's equations.
Too ignorant
to know
that they can never be.
We live
seeing our life
through borrowed eyes.
Too short-sighted
to see it
through our own.
We live
deriving happiness.
Too enlightened
to know it.
We live.
PS : I know my writings kind of suck! But cannot resist the urge to call them as poems. . :D
behind a facade.
Too shy
to share our dreams.
Too independent
to ask for help.
We live
in a borrowed reality,
on a broken rainbow.
Too proud
to confess our loneliness.
Too eager
to give.
Too uncomfortable
to take back.
We live
balancing the life's equations.
Too ignorant
to know
that they can never be.
We live
seeing our life
through borrowed eyes.
Too short-sighted
to see it
through our own.
We live
deriving happiness.
Too enlightened
to know it.
We live.
PS : I know my writings kind of suck! But cannot resist the urge to call them as poems. . :D
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Everywhere
A brief glance at the code
A flash of thought
Passwords were not mine
Time was no longer real
Past was better
Little words meant nothing
You are here
In the frames
In the faces
I cannot delete you
Everytime I login
You are there
Memories of you
In my phone
In my email
In my passwords
In my neurons.
Happiness is redefined
Joy has new limits
A flash of thought
Passwords were not mine
Time was no longer real
Past was better
Little words meant nothing
You are here
In the frames
In the faces
I cannot delete you
Everytime I login
You are there
Memories of you
In my phone
In my email
In my passwords
In my neurons.
Happiness is redefined
Joy has new limits
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Three
Absent mindedness is my friend. He will never leave me. But will never help me in need. I make innovative plans to avoid this unwelcome friend.
One of those plans is using the power of three. When I am outside, I make sure that I have only 3 things with me. At any time, I can count to 3 and check if I have the 3 items.
For example, I have a wallet, a phone and a set of keys with me on all days. That neatly fits into my plan "three".
Sometimes, during office hours, it may be 4 including my ID card. But since the harmless ID card is hanging off me from somewhere, I need not worry about it too much.
But, at any single instant of time, when my hands go over my pockets, I just count 3 and don’t check for the 3 items individually. So if at any point, I have only 2 items with me, I know for sure that I have misplaced one. But I will not know which one. I have to whack my brain to think what the 3 items were and which one of them is missing.
A bigger problem is while driving. The keys are safely in the ignition and my hands follow the plan sincerely and go over the pockets and instantly generate an interrupt. One of the things is missing.
My brain services the interrupt after a brief pause (vacuum). It clears the interrupt deciding that the keys are missing and they are in the ignition and will be back safely into my pocket.
One of those plans is using the power of three. When I am outside, I make sure that I have only 3 things with me. At any time, I can count to 3 and check if I have the 3 items.
For example, I have a wallet, a phone and a set of keys with me on all days. That neatly fits into my plan "three".
Sometimes, during office hours, it may be 4 including my ID card. But since the harmless ID card is hanging off me from somewhere, I need not worry about it too much.
But, at any single instant of time, when my hands go over my pockets, I just count 3 and don’t check for the 3 items individually. So if at any point, I have only 2 items with me, I know for sure that I have misplaced one. But I will not know which one. I have to whack my brain to think what the 3 items were and which one of them is missing.
A bigger problem is while driving. The keys are safely in the ignition and my hands follow the plan sincerely and go over the pockets and instantly generate an interrupt. One of the things is missing.
My brain services the interrupt after a brief pause (vacuum). It clears the interrupt deciding that the keys are missing and they are in the ignition and will be back safely into my pocket.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I learnt..
You taught me
to say yes
even if
it is cutting myself
into two
and giving
one half to you.
That rain needs
to be enjoyed
like a shower.
That it is
fine to display love
shamelessly.
To take somebody for granted.
To be there where I am
without thinking about
being somewhere else.
To love without being
loved back.
To take the moments
as they are.
That it is
possible to find happiness
in memories.
To give those special moments
to somebody,
which they will cherish
for a lifetime.
To fall asleep in
the middle of nowhere.
To make all those small plans
with delight
and let them be plans forever.
That it is fine
to be the happiest person
and never feel guilty about it.
That it is fine
to mask pain.
To rescue a dragon fly
and throw it into the unknown.
To collect all the dry flowers
and forget about them.
To plan for tomorrow
and live today.
to say yes
even if
it is cutting myself
into two
and giving
one half to you.
That rain needs
to be enjoyed
like a shower.
That it is
fine to display love
shamelessly.
To take somebody for granted.
To be there where I am
without thinking about
being somewhere else.
To love without being
loved back.
To take the moments
as they are.
That it is
possible to find happiness
in memories.
To give those special moments
to somebody,
which they will cherish
for a lifetime.
To fall asleep in
the middle of nowhere.
To make all those small plans
with delight
and let them be plans forever.
That it is fine
to be the happiest person
and never feel guilty about it.
That it is fine
to mask pain.
To rescue a dragon fly
and throw it into the unknown.
To collect all the dry flowers
and forget about them.
To plan for tomorrow
and live today.
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
I hate...
Mathangi, as usual :D, has tagged me… I hate to hate. I think it is a waste of time. Either I love or I dont care. Hating something or somebody is inefficient. But, like most of the times in my life, I know what is right but cannot seem to implement it. So I do hate some people and some things. So lets go.
YOUR MOST HATED…
BEVERAGE:Beer. I can't understand how people can drink this. One of my friends does not drink red wine because it is bitter but can gulp down beers. Funny world, funny people.
COLOR:White. It is so plain. Its not pure as people say. It reflects all colors. It is as impure as a spectrum.
TOWN/CITY:Any cold cities or cities where it rains always like Chicago or Boston or Seattle.
MOVIE: Butterfly effect. I think the director needs to join an asylum.
ANIMAL:RAT!
SEASON: Winter without a partner. Summer without an AC. Spring without the vacation. Fall without the camera.
ASPECT OF TALKING ON THE PHONE: Sometimes I think its a form of Matrix. What if I invent an machine which can mimic my voice and call home everyday. And what if I die after that? Will they realize? Ha ha. The machine has to be very intelligent though.
ASPECT OF WATCHING TV OR MOVIES: They switch my mind off.
ASPECT OF EATING IN RESTAURANTS:Noisy and on the other extreme, someone from the next table overhearing our conversation.
ASPECT OF SHOWERING: That it has to end.
ASPECT OF DATING: Selecting the place, deciding what to wear, thinking what to talk and the worst part, listening.
ASPECT OF THE BEACH: Dealing with heaps of sand in everything from the pockets to the socks to the car.
ASPECT OF THE GROCERY STORE:I hate all aspects of this.
HOUSEHOLD CHORE: Everything.
HABIT IN OTHERS?Being superficial.
HABIT OF YOURS? Spending and preferring to spend way too much time analysing myself.
THING ABOUT WOMEN? Shopping! (Generalizing)
THING ABOUT MEN? Being desperate for women.(me too)
WHAT’S ANNOYING YOU TODAY? Having to make choices. Sometimes, choice is a luxury. Most of the times, it is a burden.
I tag everybody on my sidebar.
YOUR MOST HATED…
BEVERAGE:Beer. I can't understand how people can drink this. One of my friends does not drink red wine because it is bitter but can gulp down beers. Funny world, funny people.
COLOR:White. It is so plain. Its not pure as people say. It reflects all colors. It is as impure as a spectrum.
TOWN/CITY:Any cold cities or cities where it rains always like Chicago or Boston or Seattle.
MOVIE: Butterfly effect. I think the director needs to join an asylum.
ANIMAL:RAT!
SEASON: Winter without a partner. Summer without an AC. Spring without the vacation. Fall without the camera.
ASPECT OF TALKING ON THE PHONE: Sometimes I think its a form of Matrix. What if I invent an machine which can mimic my voice and call home everyday. And what if I die after that? Will they realize? Ha ha. The machine has to be very intelligent though.
ASPECT OF WATCHING TV OR MOVIES: They switch my mind off.
ASPECT OF EATING IN RESTAURANTS:Noisy and on the other extreme, someone from the next table overhearing our conversation.
ASPECT OF SHOWERING: That it has to end.
ASPECT OF DATING: Selecting the place, deciding what to wear, thinking what to talk and the worst part, listening.
ASPECT OF THE BEACH: Dealing with heaps of sand in everything from the pockets to the socks to the car.
ASPECT OF THE GROCERY STORE:I hate all aspects of this.
HOUSEHOLD CHORE: Everything.
HABIT IN OTHERS?Being superficial.
HABIT OF YOURS? Spending and preferring to spend way too much time analysing myself.
THING ABOUT WOMEN? Shopping! (Generalizing)
THING ABOUT MEN? Being desperate for women.(me too)
WHAT’S ANNOYING YOU TODAY? Having to make choices. Sometimes, choice is a luxury. Most of the times, it is a burden.
I tag everybody on my sidebar.
Friday, December 01, 2006
Rebellion
I did not realize till recently the number of things I do just because somebody says that it is wrong without any logic.
I bought a black colored car. There were no second thoughts. It was an instant choice when the salesman asked my preference. I knew that a black car will look dirtier if not washed regularly. But I still went for it. I have more black colored clothes than any other color. My mobile phone is black. Why? It is because my parents never used to allow me to buy black colored things though I liked them. They had no reason except that black is "generally" considered to be linked with death and sorrow.
Even if I don’t eat non-vegetarian food on other days, I make sure I eat it on Fridays and Saturdays. I don’t buy new clothes for festivals but buy them whenever I feel like.
I don’t believe in God. This was a well researched decision. But the trigger was my Mom's unbreakable faith and her insistence that I be as devote as her. As a rule, I don’t go into temples (If I do, I go directly to the free food queue).
I don’t say anything to make somebody feel happy or sad. I say the truth. Truth is one way to make somebody feel uncomfortable. It is one way to test a person. If he/she can handle brutal honesty, he/she can handle anything. It is a good way to make great friends.
I dress in full formals on Fridays. I wear round neck t-shirts and a pair of faded denims on Mondays. I get up early on weekends and late on weekdays. I dress in casuals for traditional occasions.
I eat beef and pork. If meat is not to be eaten, all meats have to be avoided. Why this partiality towards cows? May be it made sense in olden days because cows gave a lot of other things which made it unreasonable to kill them for meat.
I got drunk just to feel the “kick”. And recently I ordered a Margarita in a dinner with friends and their families. And explained to them what Margarita consists of. If somebody thinks that I am not supposed to do something, I do it right in front of them.
I talk taboo subjects at the most unexpected moments and amuse myself observing the ever so fine twitches on the audience faces.
If I feel somebody is beating around the bush, I tell them to come to the point. It doesnot matter if its a bad news or criticism or sarcasm, I want it plain. No decorations please!
If I am not comfortable with somebody or if somebody irritates me, I make sure that they know it. If they persist, I will avoid them at all costs. I don’t care that I hurt them.
Don’t ever tell me what not to do. I will do exactly that! "Why not?" is the question which I want the answer for. If you have it, tell it to me.
I bought a black colored car. There were no second thoughts. It was an instant choice when the salesman asked my preference. I knew that a black car will look dirtier if not washed regularly. But I still went for it. I have more black colored clothes than any other color. My mobile phone is black. Why? It is because my parents never used to allow me to buy black colored things though I liked them. They had no reason except that black is "generally" considered to be linked with death and sorrow.
Even if I don’t eat non-vegetarian food on other days, I make sure I eat it on Fridays and Saturdays. I don’t buy new clothes for festivals but buy them whenever I feel like.
I don’t believe in God. This was a well researched decision. But the trigger was my Mom's unbreakable faith and her insistence that I be as devote as her. As a rule, I don’t go into temples (If I do, I go directly to the free food queue).
I don’t say anything to make somebody feel happy or sad. I say the truth. Truth is one way to make somebody feel uncomfortable. It is one way to test a person. If he/she can handle brutal honesty, he/she can handle anything. It is a good way to make great friends.
I dress in full formals on Fridays. I wear round neck t-shirts and a pair of faded denims on Mondays. I get up early on weekends and late on weekdays. I dress in casuals for traditional occasions.
I eat beef and pork. If meat is not to be eaten, all meats have to be avoided. Why this partiality towards cows? May be it made sense in olden days because cows gave a lot of other things which made it unreasonable to kill them for meat.
I got drunk just to feel the “kick”. And recently I ordered a Margarita in a dinner with friends and their families. And explained to them what Margarita consists of. If somebody thinks that I am not supposed to do something, I do it right in front of them.
I talk taboo subjects at the most unexpected moments and amuse myself observing the ever so fine twitches on the audience faces.
If I feel somebody is beating around the bush, I tell them to come to the point. It doesnot matter if its a bad news or criticism or sarcasm, I want it plain. No decorations please!
If I am not comfortable with somebody or if somebody irritates me, I make sure that they know it. If they persist, I will avoid them at all costs. I don’t care that I hurt them.
Don’t ever tell me what not to do. I will do exactly that! "Why not?" is the question which I want the answer for. If you have it, tell it to me.
Friday, November 03, 2006
I am a SLIder..
Some things happen in our life. They seem odd. They seem a bit out of place. They are a bit eerie. We dont know why they happen. There is no logical explanation. And anything which does not have a logical explanation is scary. At one time, the collective human mind (if there is one?) explained every such event by borrowing a joker card called God. Every time they discovered the reason for an event, they replaced the joker card with the actual card. As time progressed, many of the actual cards were in place. But some joker cards are still holding their places strongly.
Some things happen. We tend to forget that they did. But then they happen again. And again. It freaks us out. We try telling them to somebody and they laugh on our face. Then we decide not to tell it to anybody again. And then we come across a whole group of people who have experienced the same thing.
SLI (Street Light Interference) has happened to me very frequently in India. Everytime I passed below a street light in our street, it will switch off. Then it will switch back on immediately after I have crossed it. It was so weird. I would stand watching the street lights for hours. I would count the number of people who walked below them. And the street lights would not switch off even once. Then, when the street is deserted, I will walk under them. They will switch off instantly when I am below them and switch on once I cross them. It was true for almost 4 street lights on that street. Empirical proof that the event happened existed. But the empirical proof that the event occurs because of the cause assumed did not exist.
Then, I had to leave the street and the city and it never happened again.
I am sure that there will be a scientific proof soon. We SLIders may not be superior or inferior to other normal humans. But we are different.
My best wishes for all the research which is going on in this direction.
PS : mapmyindia is a very good site to get directions in India. Congrats for mapping my India! It was supposed to be impossible(because of the chaos) according to some of the brightest minds in silicon valley.
Some things happen. We tend to forget that they did. But then they happen again. And again. It freaks us out. We try telling them to somebody and they laugh on our face. Then we decide not to tell it to anybody again. And then we come across a whole group of people who have experienced the same thing.
SLI (Street Light Interference) has happened to me very frequently in India. Everytime I passed below a street light in our street, it will switch off. Then it will switch back on immediately after I have crossed it. It was so weird. I would stand watching the street lights for hours. I would count the number of people who walked below them. And the street lights would not switch off even once. Then, when the street is deserted, I will walk under them. They will switch off instantly when I am below them and switch on once I cross them. It was true for almost 4 street lights on that street. Empirical proof that the event happened existed. But the empirical proof that the event occurs because of the cause assumed did not exist.
Then, I had to leave the street and the city and it never happened again.
I am sure that there will be a scientific proof soon. We SLIders may not be superior or inferior to other normal humans. But we are different.
My best wishes for all the research which is going on in this direction.
PS : mapmyindia is a very good site to get directions in India. Congrats for mapping my India! It was supposed to be impossible(because of the chaos) according to some of the brightest minds in silicon valley.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Tag again
Thanks to another tag from Mathangi!
Three smells I love:
1. Scent of a woman
2. Scented Candles
3. Babies
Three smells I hate:
1. Stagnant water
2. Dishwasher
3. Stale Food
Three jobs that I have had in my life:
1. Salesman in a book shop
2. Credit card salesman on Phone
3. Software Engineer
Three movies that I could watch over and over:
1. Matrix
2. Speed
3. Nuvu Naaku Nachav
Three fond memories:
1. My first Love
2. My second Love
3. My Third Love ..... :D
Three jobs I would love to have:
1. Scientist
2. President of US
3. Pope
Three things I like to do:
1. Space Travel
2. Race in Mountain Bikes
3. Climb Mt Everest
Three of my favorite foods:
1. Biriyani
2. Idli/Dosa
3. Ice cream
Three places I would like to be right now:
1. Hubble Telescope
2. Mt Everest Base Camp
3. Moon
Three things that make me cry:
1. Stupidity of others
2. Feeling of helplessness
3. Rejection
Whew!
And as usual, I tag KP, Nas and anybody who wants to keep this going.
Three smells I love:
1. Scent of a woman
2. Scented Candles
3. Babies
Three smells I hate:
1. Stagnant water
2. Dishwasher
3. Stale Food
Three jobs that I have had in my life:
1. Salesman in a book shop
2. Credit card salesman on Phone
3. Software Engineer
Three movies that I could watch over and over:
1. Matrix
2. Speed
3. Nuvu Naaku Nachav
Three fond memories:
1. My first Love
2. My second Love
3. My Third Love ..... :D
Three jobs I would love to have:
1. Scientist
2. President of US
3. Pope
Three things I like to do:
1. Space Travel
2. Race in Mountain Bikes
3. Climb Mt Everest
Three of my favorite foods:
1. Biriyani
2. Idli/Dosa
3. Ice cream
Three places I would like to be right now:
1. Hubble Telescope
2. Mt Everest Base Camp
3. Moon
Three things that make me cry:
1. Stupidity of others
2. Feeling of helplessness
3. Rejection
Whew!
And as usual, I tag KP, Nas and anybody who wants to keep this going.
Monday, October 09, 2006
1:03 PM
There are few things which irritate me more than anything else. I get obsessed with them. They are the features which can never be switched off once enabled. How incompetent? How foolish were the designers?
There is no option to turn off the photo on Orkut profile once we enable it. There is just a choice to replace it but no choice to disable it. The best choice that we have is to upload a blank photo. But there is no going back to "no photo". I can live with this but not the one below.
My Timex watch irritates me every day at 1:03 PM. I just cannot take it anymore. One fine day, I will kill it. I will just pull the plug. Just to keep it quiet. Just to stop it from going off in the shrillest alarms in alarm clock history everyday at 1:03 PM. That's the problem with machines. They just don’t understand. They just cannot be made to waver from the routine. Once they are taught what to do, they will do it religiously everyday till they die. Till the last milli-watt of power is left in their batteries, they will not stop. When will they learn that if they have any illusions of replacing the human beings on earth, they should understand chaos. The pure beauty of randomness. The pure fun in unpredictability.
It all started like this. I had to get up at 6 AM one day and I set up the alarm in my watch. It went off at 6 AM sharp and I was happy. The trouble started next day and continuing for 6 months now. It just went off every day at 6 Am. My heroic efforts to switch off this feature have gone waste. My watch has 4 buttons, 2 on each side. I am pretty sure that one of them is just to switch on the light and has no other feature associated with it. So I am left with 3 buttons to accomplish my goal. Let go by the combinations. Each of them can be pressed individually, together and for varying amounts of time. So the number of combinations are 3 (individual) + 3 (2 at a time) + 1 (all three together) + 3 (individually press and hold for longer time) + 3 (press and hold 2 at a time) + 1 (press and hold all 3 together) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other button. 2 at a time) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other 2) and so on and so forth. Approximately, there were almost 30 possible combinations. And I tried all of them to switch off the alarm. Nothing worked!
Then I thought of a simple way out. I know it is blasphemy for any Electronics Engineer to read the manual. But I was far more irritated for that. So I tried to commit sacrilege. But it did not help. I had misplaced the manual.
But one thing I could do was to change the time. I moved it to 9 AM and found that it was still irritating me. Obviously I cannot set it anything after 9 PM and before 8 AM. So I was just left with the lunch time. Somehow 1:03 has held on. So every day my watch performs its duty. Exactly the way it was programmed. To shout at the top of its voice for 30 seconds at 1:03 PM.
Now I won’t believe that its 1:03 PM even if all the atomic clocks in the world come together and provide testimony. I will believe it only if my watch says so. Yes, at the top of its voice to wake up all those lazy people who are in for a siesta after an intoxicating lunch. Long live 1:03 PM. Long live the battery!
Did you note the time of this post? Do you understand my frustration?
There is no option to turn off the photo on Orkut profile once we enable it. There is just a choice to replace it but no choice to disable it. The best choice that we have is to upload a blank photo. But there is no going back to "no photo". I can live with this but not the one below.
My Timex watch irritates me every day at 1:03 PM. I just cannot take it anymore. One fine day, I will kill it. I will just pull the plug. Just to keep it quiet. Just to stop it from going off in the shrillest alarms in alarm clock history everyday at 1:03 PM. That's the problem with machines. They just don’t understand. They just cannot be made to waver from the routine. Once they are taught what to do, they will do it religiously everyday till they die. Till the last milli-watt of power is left in their batteries, they will not stop. When will they learn that if they have any illusions of replacing the human beings on earth, they should understand chaos. The pure beauty of randomness. The pure fun in unpredictability.
It all started like this. I had to get up at 6 AM one day and I set up the alarm in my watch. It went off at 6 AM sharp and I was happy. The trouble started next day and continuing for 6 months now. It just went off every day at 6 Am. My heroic efforts to switch off this feature have gone waste. My watch has 4 buttons, 2 on each side. I am pretty sure that one of them is just to switch on the light and has no other feature associated with it. So I am left with 3 buttons to accomplish my goal. Let go by the combinations. Each of them can be pressed individually, together and for varying amounts of time. So the number of combinations are 3 (individual) + 3 (2 at a time) + 1 (all three together) + 3 (individually press and hold for longer time) + 3 (press and hold 2 at a time) + 1 (press and hold all 3 together) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other button. 2 at a time) + 3 (press and release 1 while holding other 2) and so on and so forth. Approximately, there were almost 30 possible combinations. And I tried all of them to switch off the alarm. Nothing worked!
Then I thought of a simple way out. I know it is blasphemy for any Electronics Engineer to read the manual. But I was far more irritated for that. So I tried to commit sacrilege. But it did not help. I had misplaced the manual.
But one thing I could do was to change the time. I moved it to 9 AM and found that it was still irritating me. Obviously I cannot set it anything after 9 PM and before 8 AM. So I was just left with the lunch time. Somehow 1:03 has held on. So every day my watch performs its duty. Exactly the way it was programmed. To shout at the top of its voice for 30 seconds at 1:03 PM.
Now I won’t believe that its 1:03 PM even if all the atomic clocks in the world come together and provide testimony. I will believe it only if my watch says so. Yes, at the top of its voice to wake up all those lazy people who are in for a siesta after an intoxicating lunch. Long live 1:03 PM. Long live the battery!
Did you note the time of this post? Do you understand my frustration?
Friday, September 29, 2006
Tag
Math has tagged me.
I am thinking about… everything yet nothing.
I said…"Just let go"
I want to… find things to keep me occupied for 2 weeks
I wish…that I have no more wishes
I hear… unrestrained laughter
I wonder… why?
I regret… to be alive when 3 of my siblings died
I am ..what I am.
I dance… when I am alone
I sing…when I listen to my favorite song
I cry… very rarely
I am not always… in the mood.
I make with my hands… food, love and joy.
I write… junk
I confuse… dreams and reality
I need… peace
And finally… I tag…N, Prathiba and Nas
I am thinking about… everything yet nothing.
I said…"Just let go"
I want to… find things to keep me occupied for 2 weeks
I wish…that I have no more wishes
I hear… unrestrained laughter
I wonder… why?
I regret… to be alive when 3 of my siblings died
I am ..what I am.
I dance… when I am alone
I sing…when I listen to my favorite song
I cry… very rarely
I am not always… in the mood.
I make with my hands… food, love and joy.
I write… junk
I confuse… dreams and reality
I need… peace
And finally… I tag…N, Prathiba and Nas
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Dear Sister...
Dear Sister,
It feels odd to write a letter to you. It always feels so. It’s weird that I am doing this. I am sure that you will not read this. But there is a distant possibility. I know no other medium which has a remote possibility of reaching you. This one has. The other day I read that some of the data on the net is sent over space as part of the search for life beyond earth.
I love you.
I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you this in person. But I have to. From the time that I knew you, I am fascinated. I have asked a million questions about you. I have tried different places to have a glimpse of you. You did not leave any traces behind. I don’t think you had enough time.
I know 3 months is a very short time. Did you know who your Mom and Dad were? I know you were in a lot of pain from when you were born. Did Earth give you at least one moment of joy in your short stay?
Did you know that you had a brother who was blissfully playing when you were struggling with death? May be you will know.
It was fun being the youngest. If you were there, I could have passed on some of the fun.
Why were you born if you had to just die?
The meaning of life is life itself. If that was not achieved, why were you born?
But I know that you tried. You tried hard.
It feels odd to write a letter to you. It always feels so. It’s weird that I am doing this. I am sure that you will not read this. But there is a distant possibility. I know no other medium which has a remote possibility of reaching you. This one has. The other day I read that some of the data on the net is sent over space as part of the search for life beyond earth.
I love you.
I don’t think I will ever be able to tell you this in person. But I have to. From the time that I knew you, I am fascinated. I have asked a million questions about you. I have tried different places to have a glimpse of you. You did not leave any traces behind. I don’t think you had enough time.
I know 3 months is a very short time. Did you know who your Mom and Dad were? I know you were in a lot of pain from when you were born. Did Earth give you at least one moment of joy in your short stay?
Did you know that you had a brother who was blissfully playing when you were struggling with death? May be you will know.
It was fun being the youngest. If you were there, I could have passed on some of the fun.
Why were you born if you had to just die?
The meaning of life is life itself. If that was not achieved, why were you born?
But I know that you tried. You tried hard.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tag
Tagged by Kp
My mood right now: Nothing. I am neither happy nor sad. I neither feel bored nor excited. The time seems to be standing still but yet moving so fast.
Book am reading currently : Robert Ludlums Altman code
I am trying to complete it for a long time now.
The last thing I ate :
Chicken Sandwich at the Office Cafetaria. It was bad even for my liberal standards.
Want to eat: Tirupati Laddoo. My family in India went to Tirupati and have been teasing me about the laddoos for a while now.
What I did last weekend : Roamed around in the Mall, Had a lot of ice cream, had 2 tiring sessions in the gym, took a driving class, slept a lot, cooked fish curry
Plan for the next weekend: Will make them on Friday Evening.
Recent blunder :None. My Razr did a blunder. When I save a new phone book entry with an existing name, it does not overwrite. It quietly allows the new transaction and ends up doing nothing. I ended up calling my roomie and placed a voice message about my official stuff. The poor guy did not have any idea why the SPI src clock bit did not get set in the latest SPI initialization sequnce for the new revision processor.
Colour I am wearing today: White and Black
Am listening to: Omkara and Kadhalar Dhinam
I have to:
Complete some stuff in office
Get Driving license
Sleep
Get those last extra 4 pounds off
Get in touch with friends before they forget me
Get that special someone
Copy all data from my old laptop to the new one
Calm myself and be focussed on the task at hand
I wish:
I can travel to and from India in 2 hours flat. Or max 12 hours. Thats the freaking time difference. How come it is taking 22 hours?
The girl whom I will love, will love me back
My family is with me
For a world without countries or religion. A one nation state "Earth"is the best. One currency, one government, one tax regime. No visas :)
I hope:
I hope I am the way I am, all my life.
My mood right now: Nothing. I am neither happy nor sad. I neither feel bored nor excited. The time seems to be standing still but yet moving so fast.
Book am reading currently : Robert Ludlums Altman code
I am trying to complete it for a long time now.
The last thing I ate :
Chicken Sandwich at the Office Cafetaria. It was bad even for my liberal standards.
Want to eat: Tirupati Laddoo. My family in India went to Tirupati and have been teasing me about the laddoos for a while now.
What I did last weekend : Roamed around in the Mall, Had a lot of ice cream, had 2 tiring sessions in the gym, took a driving class, slept a lot, cooked fish curry
Plan for the next weekend: Will make them on Friday Evening.
Recent blunder :None. My Razr did a blunder. When I save a new phone book entry with an existing name, it does not overwrite. It quietly allows the new transaction and ends up doing nothing. I ended up calling my roomie and placed a voice message about my official stuff. The poor guy did not have any idea why the SPI src clock bit did not get set in the latest SPI initialization sequnce for the new revision processor.
Colour I am wearing today: White and Black
Am listening to: Omkara and Kadhalar Dhinam
I have to:
Complete some stuff in office
Get Driving license
Sleep
Get those last extra 4 pounds off
Get in touch with friends before they forget me
Get that special someone
Copy all data from my old laptop to the new one
Calm myself and be focussed on the task at hand
I wish:
I can travel to and from India in 2 hours flat. Or max 12 hours. Thats the freaking time difference. How come it is taking 22 hours?
The girl whom I will love, will love me back
My family is with me
For a world without countries or religion. A one nation state "Earth"is the best. One currency, one government, one tax regime. No visas :)
I hope:
I hope I am the way I am, all my life.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Waning Heart Beats
A distant smell of burning tar under the scorching heat of the summer Sun in Chennai evoked a familiar feeling.
A torn banner of a newly released movie was wrapped around a homeless man. He was lying next to the mobile eatery. The last strand of life was hanging on to his decaying body. He was a human sidelined by the civilization. The heat was unforgiving. The hunger was not far behind. His life would quit living soon in the full view of the thousands of people rushing by. Yet he will be invisible. He will be forgotten as another aberration in the urban chaos.
A bread crumb from the eatery would have saved his life. A phone call to those untiring NGOs would have saved his life. A small gesture of love would have brought the lost hope into his waning heart beats.
Not getting the ironed shirt dirty is the top priority. He was too dirty to touch before another presentation on how to improve human life by innovation. He was too unimportant an entity to be bothered about on that day compared to that all important assignment to be submitted. What is Government for?
Human mind rationalizes the most unforgivable acts.
The blue Maruti 800 made its way through the traffic. I jumped in and closed the door behind. The Air conditioning was on. The man was lost in the cool breeze.
I don’t remember what those presentations and assignments were. I do remember that the banner was there when I came back in the evening. It was still torn. The eatery had not closed yet. The traffic was still at its peak. I was alive too. The life rushed by. Nobody noticed that the man was not there.
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