Monday, December 18, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I’d change colors everyday......blue, pink, yellow......
HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? No idea.....in the cubicle its nice n cool.
LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? N.
FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?The x-factor......can’t define!
HAIR COLOR? Black.
FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?Days in the company of yr loved ones.
FAVORITE RELAXATION SPOT?Bed.
Would like it 2 be the other way ;-)
SUMMER OR WINTER? Feb-March in Delhi.
RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?Relationships.
CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Chocolate.
LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? With Room Mates.
WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Wuthering heights.
WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?The mouse.
FAVORITE SMELLS?Chocolates n good food.
WHAT INSPIRES YOU?Success
BUTTERED, PLAIN OR SALTED POPCORN?Salted
FAVORITE FLOWER?All flowers....
FAVORITE ANIMAL?Cute dogs.
Week1: Sharepoint Training
Week2: Sharepoint Training
Week3: FileNet Training
Week5: FileNet Training
Week6: Interwoven Training
Monday, November 20, 2006
Well finally landing up in Mysore, undergoing training, making friendships, breaking friendships and going to places like Ooty and Bangalore was quite an experience. A new life had started there, new group of people to hang out with, new places to go to and yes new things to look forward to and dream about. It was in itself, a whole new world. A world complete in itself, cutoff from Delhi, with its own set of relationships and rules. Delhi it seemed then was only a blurring dream, too far away to reach. From crying while leaving it, a time had come when within months the memories were blurring and it seemed like it was only Mysore from the start.
The Mysore Mirage ended when we were, rather when I was posted to Pune. Some joined me there while others went to their respective locations. The common thread which binded us all in Mysore ended in Pune. The Mysore experience had ended and the actual professional life had started. One dream breaks and other takes over. What broke up of the Mysore dream gave way, not to Pune but to the hometown, thats Delhi. Thats were I am, with life turning full circle in 5 moths. Not sure if I would cry this time when I go back to Pune. Last time was one too many.
But one thing is for sure, just like Mysore, a new dream, a new life would start at Pune. And Delhi again would be a distant and blurring memory.
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Dosti se pyaar aapse kar beethe,
Zindagi mein aap humko mile,
Door hain aapse aapko yaad karte hain,
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Separated, never to meet again, maybe. But however we hated the company sometimes, we would all remember these four months at Mysore, the friends we made here, maybe just for making the transition from college to professional life in a place so far away from home, so much easier than it could have been.
Concentrating on the more mundane matters of providing training, students who are picked up from different colleges throughout the country are sent to the Global Education Centre, GEC in short in places like the Mysore Development Center. Their they are put up at great accommodation and given facilities others can only dream of, in their Employee Care Center, ECC as it called. Just for the record, they are provided world class training in the fundamentals of software and then in one specific technology. But these are factual details and you probably know most of these.
So coming to matters more humane, just being in a place so far away from home leads to a bonding that is in some ways similar to those stranded in an island together or those locked up together in jail. Looking at people, some just fighting to stay in the company, for whom each new module or project is a new fight for survival, to people for whom all this is a big joke, the college party which never ended, is a study in great contrast. Also a contrasting study is talking to those for whom the company is God, and staying in their only mission to people who would like to quit at the first available opportunity. Also are the people for whom it wouldn’t matter one way or the other. The Infosys story would be continued in the next post.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
During the three months till now at Mysore, the emotions have ranged from first pleasant surprises, to total enjoyment to now pure home sickness. Here is a poem reflecting on the third emotion.
Countless are the days,
in here we have spent.
Joy,sorrow and dislike,
all emotions we have felt.
Time now we feel,
has come to move on.
When the magic of the
place no longer charms.
The glamor and lights,
no longer we like.
The pleasant surprises,
have turned into dislike.
Away from home no,
longer can we be.
Bored of the place,
as much as can be.
But, however we may want,
its here we have to stay.
And, however we may dislike,
we cant leave a task midway.
Monday, September 11, 2006
The nation has been held ransom for too long by petty politicians wanting to garner votes and terrorists hoping to achieve their objectives by the use of fear.
What do you do to polarize sentiment on religious lines? You go and put a bomb near a religious place. People get killed, divisions get deepened, and a fear psychosis sets in, resulting in votes for the political parties who play on these sentiments.
The same fear and rage sentiments drives young men with no employment and nothing else better to do into the waiting hands of the fundamentalists, in whom they think they have finally found a path to salvation. The fundamentalists, in turn find people willing to die for their causes, people ready to be brainwashed with bogus ideology and people who would be used as mere chess pieces by their masters.
Is a bomb all that is needed to polarize religious sentiment, drive young men towards fundamentalism and lead to divisions in our society that just can not be narrowed down.
Is it so damn easy?
The seemingly obvious answers to these questions should have all of us worried. For ourselves. For our nation.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
8/25/06 02:07 pm
One of my batchmates calls me on my landline, at my hostel room and asks, ..."siddharth, kahan hai tu abhi...????" To answer eiffel tower or red fort, i was not sure.
Infy mein light nahi...
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
A sign of the changing times.
Sholay.Mausi scene.Take 2.
Amitabh: Mausi ladka infosys main kaam karta hai.
Mausi: Hai ram.
Amitabh: Aajkal allocated hai.
Mausi: toh kya unallocated bhi rahta hai.
Amitabh:Ab 1 ki rating waalon ka allocation itni se asaani se kahaanhota hai.
Mausi: To kya 1 ki rating bhi aati hai uski.
Amitabh: PL se ladai karne ke baad 5 li rating to nahin na milti hai mausi.
Mausi: To kya ladaku bhi hai.
Amitabh: Ab onsite jane ko na mille to ho jaati kabhi kabhi anban.
Mausi: To kya onsite bhi nahin gayaa abhi tak.
Amitabh: Ab civil engineers ka Visa itni jaldi kahaan lagta hai mausi.
Mausi: To kya ladka civil engineer hai.
Mausi: Kaunse college se kiya.
Amitabh: Uska pataa lagte hi hum aapko khabar kar denge.
Amitabh: To kya main rishta pakka samjhun mausi.
Mausi: Bhale hi hamaari ladki call center wale se shaadi kar le par infosyswaale se shadi nahin karegi.......
About me section of a software engineer :
About me : I think I am changing the world, but I am not. I think I am contributing to the Indian economy, but I guess I am not. I think I love my work, but I do not. I think I hate all people who made me earn my engineering degree, and I do. I think I am living, but and most importantly, I am LOOKING for someone!! Ok...I won't be funny anymore. I am a cool guy with a zeal to enjoy life (If you know me--> "Just stop laughing!!")
Relationship status : what?
Birthday : The day my PL is about to fire me.
Age : 10111
Here for: web browsing in company hours.
Children : can't be (hey, don't get me wrong here!!)
Ethnicity : Programmer.
Languages I speak : Java, C/C++, 010101110101
Religion: I get holidays on all religious festivals, so I love all religions.
Political view : the guy sitting beside me is a pig!!
Humor : weekly.
Fashion: Ask my company HR. Btw, I like jeans, t-shirt and a cross-bag.
Smoking: The second greatest pleasure on the earth.
Drinking : The first is this.
Pets: Yeah, my PL looks like a dog.
Living: Cummon, this is a stupid one. How can this be asked to a software engineer? Believe me, I am living!!
Hometown : My company (Oh God! Please bring my appraiser to this page)
Webpage: http://naukri.com , http://jobsahead.com Isnt it Ultimate???
Passions: searching for the cheapest pub around, cursing my company, looking for other company, remembering my good old college days, worrying about my future.
Sports: quake, CS (Counter Strike), computer chess.
Activities: Are you crazy?
Books: "How to lose weight in 20 days?", "How to live a happy life?", "101 ways to attract a girl", "Java Unleashed", "C++ at your footsteps", Others censored.
Music: Metallica, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, ACDC, and anything depressing.
Tv shows : can't afford one.
Cuisines : Bread Butter, Maggi, anything available within 200 meteres of Home.
Copy Cat part2
Copy Cat part1
Sunday, August 20, 2006
For all that I talk about love, or the message about love that my poems might convey,I do not believe in true love. From a purely practical perspective, what is love but hormones at work, from a psychological perspective, what is love but an attraction, a phase everyone goes through. Maybe its a name we give for a basic need, a need for companionship, the need to be with someone. So what we believe to be love is but all these wordily things, misinterpreted as something divine?Or is it?
These questions have no definitive answers. No answer that would be just right. Similar is the dilemma regarding a bigger issue , the question about the existence of a supreme being, or God.
Despite all the scientific logic and rationale, whenever we are in the slightest trouble, what is the first thing that comes to our mind?Yes, its God.
Its this belief that helps millions carry on with their lives, in the hope that their is a higher being, a being who would guide them through their struggles, a being whose presence reinforces the fact that good would ultimately lead to good, a being whose presence makes us think twice before committing anything wrong. So, if a belief does so much good, does it matter whether it actually exists or not?
Similar is the case with love. True love, as a pristine concept may not exist. But if a belief helps
people make better individuals out of themselves, gives them the hope to live, gives them something to look forward to, then like God, does it really matter if it exists or not?
It does exist. It has to exist.
Thoughts on love Part 1
1. The realization...
Kathai Aankhon Wali Ik Ladki,
Ek Hee Baat Par Bighadati Hai,
Tum Mujhe Kyun Nahin Mile Pehle,
Roz Keh Kar Mujhe Ladti Hai,
Kathai Aankhon Wali Ik Ladki.
2. The feeling...
You're on the road
But you've got no destination
You're in the mud
In the maze of her imagination
You love this town
Even if that doesn't ring true
You've been all over
And it's been all over you
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
It's a beautiful day
Take me to that other place
I know I'm not a hopeless case
What you don't have you don't need it now
What you don't know you can feel it somehow
What you don't have you don't need it now
Don't need it now
Was a beautiful day ...
3. And finally...the classic...
Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya
har fikr ko dhuye mein udata chala gaya
barbadiyon ka sog manana fizool tha
barbadiyon ka jashn manata chala gaya
jo mil gaya usi ko muqaddar samajh liya
jo kho gaya main usko bhulata chala gaya
gham aur khushi mein fark na mehsoos ho jahaan
main dil uss makaam pe lata chala gaya...
Random Thoughts Part1
Friday, August 11, 2006
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Somethings we just love to hate. Love to fight with. Love to tease. But still cant seem to live without the same very things. My friend Shishir calls them the 'Reincarnation of Evil' . I too have a similar 'Reincarnation of Evil' in my life. It is none other than my sister. My sis, about whom I wrote so much in an earlier post.
It was from her that I got my first rakhi today, along with a nice letter. A letter, which had among other things, a request that I get the rakhi tied from one of the prettiest girls in the class.Well, the request, sadly has been fulfilled.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
1)Tumse Milke...Soul stirring music, great lyrics, Anil Kapoor and Madhuri...burning up the screen. What more can you ask for? A very touching and romantic song from parinda.
The lyrics echo the feelings...
"Maine kiya hai raat din, bas tera he intezar,
tere bina aata nahi, ek pal mujhe ab aaram,
apna yeh vada raha, tumse na honge judaa."
2) Aata Jaate: So what if the music is a straight lift from "I just called to say...". The lyrics and the amazing vocals make it a song to hum and remember. The songs from maine pyar kiya and the way it captures all the emotions involved in the realization of being in love, is just outstanding.
Ofcourse, ..."yahi sach hai, shayad...maine pyar kiya".
3)Tujhe Dekha: SRK, Kajol, DDLJ...need it say more??? Yes,
'Pyar hota hai deewana sanam, ab yahan se kahan jaaye hum, tere baahon mein mar jaaen hum."
Perfect chemistry, perfect song. A song which set the mood for an entire generation. Or in other words...genre defining.
4)Are Re Are: This song from DTPH, is my personal favorite. All emotions of love packaged into one smashing song. Very touching and very very romantic.
5)Lukha Chupi...Well this song from Rang De Basanti, almost made me cry, that too at a movie hall. The pain of a mother for the loss of her son in an accident, the reply by the son that where ever he is, he is fine right now, and the backdrop of the body of the son being cremated with full military honors, could have melted any stone heart. Wonderfully expressed by Prasoon Joshi. Great music, great picturization.
Well, ...."Kaise mein tujhko bataun maa, kahan hun mein,
yahan udne ko mere khula aasama hai."
6) Tujhe Yaad Na Meri Aaye...
Movie: Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.
1)SRK proposing to kajol.
2)Kajol going to the heights of happiness.
3)Kajol realizing that, it is a mock proposal and that SRK is actually just practicing for the actual proposal to Rani.
4)Kajol going to the depths of pain and despair.
5)The rains coming and Kajol crying.
6)Rains hiding Kajols tears, and Kajol smiling to SRK, so that he doesn get to know.
What a backdrop. What a song. What a movie.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The next song in the Visions collection...
Paths of destiny
a destination sought
a goal to seek
some things to achieve
to be there someday
the deepest of desires
the strongest of motives.
Left behind are memories
ahead is destiny
To let go or hold on
On the crossroads, it seems.
Whats left is now behind
Or is it a strength to carry on.
Difficult choices, but
the easy path was never with me.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
The answers though for most of these questions have been elusive. But the important thing which I found compelling was the whole concept of ‘falling in love’. For, what I thought, one must rise, not fall in love. Love should be the force which makes us stronger, not weaker. What makes you weak, what distracts you from your priorities in life is not love. It is just a passing phase.
But what makes you stronger, what enables you to work even harder towards achieving your goals, what gives you the courage to carry on despite all odds, is what is commonly called love. That does not change with changing seasons. That is the one with a sense of permanence to it. That is what I think I am into. That is what I mean when I talk about rising in love.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
i)You read and re-read your SMS messages, smile each time, and then proceed to read them one last time.
ii)You get missed calls all through the day. What do u do?You reply instantly by a missed call.
iii)You just have to speak to that special someone, just before you go to sleep.
iv)You suddenly, almost overnight, become a poet, writing mushy lines and penning sentimental poems.
v)You are lost in your own world of thoughts, you start smiling suddenly, without any reason and the people around start thinking you have lost it.
If you answer yes to most of these points...then God please help you...and God please help him or her...hahaha.
Friday, July 14, 2006
This is Visions Song No 5. Its called Looking ahead. Yes, its dedicated and yes its very close to my heart. Its the answer to a question...a question which has no answers.
Look ahead, the future beckons
What will be, what will not be.
To worry, rejoice or think about.
It is love which asks the questions
It is love which gives the answers.
The present we have and lets not lose
The future is, but there to come
Be it roses or a bed of thorns
It is love which will take us across.
Flowers separated by nature, it is
People separated by fate, it seems
Meeting point for both is destiny
Let the future come, we will see
Fragrance of love would spread
and will be forever and ever free.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
In moments of solitude, your mind wanders. You think of things close to your heart. Things that bring you comfort. Things that connect to again to your past, to your loved ones, to that special loved one.
Yes, these are the few things I have got now. Sometimes a smile, sometimes a tear. Giving company in times of loneliness and giving strength to carry on. These are the things close to my heart.
Heres presenting song no 4 of Visions, its called Like Memories and its dedicated to all my friends...
On the way to dreams, someday
A path may come when you,
find yourself alone.
Cry not, just look behind
I'l be there with you like before
For you my friend, today to everafter
As I say, its friends forever.
What we have shared
will always be there.
Past is not what we have lost
In our hearts, it will always be
To remind you, to amuse you
to surprise you,
Memories are all that I have
to give to you.
With you like memories I will
Remember me,and like memories,
I'll come back instantly.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Heres presenting Visions, song no 3...its called...This is not a poem...and I am trying to act confused...or am I...my first venture into the abstract...
I dont need you
I am not your friend
I am not your enemy
I am just me
I have a past
I cherish sometimes
Sometimes I like to forget
I have a future
Sometimes I want to built
Sometimes I wish it never came
I want just me.
I dont like you
I wish you went away
Actually I dont care
But then I think I also love you
Love you more than anything
Actually, I do care
I am still not sure.
Well this is not a poem
And this is not for you
Am I getting confused?
Or is it all crystal clear?
The feeling,there or
not quite there.
Me there, here, dont know
This is not me,
Not that I care...
Well, this is my first actual post from Mysore. The life here is good and I have written three poems since I came here two weeks ago and the fourth one is also almost complete. Something about the wonderful weather here I guess, inspiring in me the passion or the junoon to write these poems.
Well, first things first,life and the weather here as I have said are brilliant, facilities out of the world and well...hmmm....hmmm...I will leave this part to your imagination.;-)hahaha. Best part is meeting people from different states and interacting with them. (and coming to the conclusion that we in Delhi are actually the best...;-)...)Will leave these boring details for a later post...heres getting down to brass stacks...turn up the volume...switch off the lights...and let the show begin....enjoy the joy ride...
Saturday, July 01, 2006
(first published as a comment on the previous post)
Saturday, June 24, 2006
...the story of my last working day in DCE and the last nite in the hostel...
The time is 4 in the morning. Am still on the computer, reading those final few topics and copying those final few files onto my pen drive. All in preparation for our B-Tech project presentation, the next day. The D-Day, in fear of which we all had been living for the past few months. Yes, the day had come.
But, despite all the talk of leaving college, the feeling of actually leaving college, the realization that all of might be together for the very last time, had still not come. That feeling come three days later, when after the project submission, even the formalities of no-dues from college were completed and the hostel room surrendered. But, thats another story.
Coming back to the D-Day, here I was going to sleep at 4am waking up at 6am, getting ready and on the way to college by 7:30. I reached finally at DCE by 9:20, which was my earliest for a long long time.
The preparations for the D-Day, had been, well unprecedented. Getting the project from our guide in October last, it took us time till March this year to figure out what it was that we really needed to do. Then, another few weeks in using the knowledge of what was needed, to trying to get that somehow from the net.
By, early April, when we finally managed to get what we wanted from the net, the easier part ended. The tough part was now understanding the codes, figuring out what they meant, for codes which had been written by someone else and in a language that appeared to be from some planet else.
Whem finally a 45 min power point presenatation by the four of us, on a computer(no projectors for the project submissions) in front of one bored and almost fed up teacher completed unexpectedly smoothly, we all heaved a sigh of relief, for the last of our academic formalities in college was now over.
The next couple of hours were spent searching for elusive lab assistants, in the maze of college corridors, all for a no-dues certificate. When we finally decided that enough had been done for the day, it was time for the much awaited celebrations to begin.
Three of my friends headed to watched Fanaa. That they could watch it that day or not or return 'Fannaed' and broken hearted is another story. Two others who were going to home were requested to get some drinks for those in the hostel, for a late night party.
As for me, I stayed back with her(yes, her), to spend a quite evening,alone. A quite evening means time till 8, because thats when, the girls hostel closes. So here we were at a place about 5 km from the college, promising to return as soon as possible to avoid a last min rush.
But it is at these special moments, moments that you want to hold on forever, that you lose track of time. You just want to stay on and on. What we got were great moments together on the last day of college, but what we ended up was us standing on the road at 7:50 looking for an auto for a ride back to hostel.
What we got was an old looking riskshaw, the slow pace of which was inversely proportional to our rising heart beats. The deadline was 8 pm. The time now 7:50. The distance 5 km. What we had was a stupid old riskshaw. We reached somehow at 8:05, hoping against hope that there wouldn't be any problem. Problem meant no entry into the girls hostel, so what if the final academic formalities of our final year ended today. We ran to her hostel, and she somehow managed to enter at 8:10. I guess a 10 min relaxation is given to final year girls out on a date with their boyfriends.
Coming back to the present, the time now is 3:30 am, almost the time at which that special day started.I have a flight to catch at 9:50 and now I am typing what I had written, till two weeks back. But just when another interesting part was going to start, I was caught up in a web of relatives and leaving preparations. That part could not be written, but before I leave I have requested a very special friend, to complete that part, because he was one of the three, including me, that were part of some special moments.
To start things for him, well on returning to my room, I find a full bottle of premium whiskey waiting for the three of us. The guys leaving home had done their job, rather well, in fact. The other three who had gone for the movie had to return empty handed. Two of them were now in hostel, waiting anxiously for the DP...DAARU PARTY for the uninitiated, to start.
What followed were memorable moments, moments when time stopped, moments which were for eternity. About two hours of drinking, falling, dancing and doing those stupid are-you-drunk tests and failing miserably in all of them. Well, hopefully SS677 would throw more light on these through a comment or a post on his site, or both. I would take it as my bday present.
Well, I got to sleep now, as I have to fly to Mysore tomorrow morning, to a new unfolding destiny. A special thanks to all friends, specially her and also SA682 and SS677 who made the day so special, special beyond words....
(as for me, sleepy me...will post soon, this time from Mysore..till then, take care...)
Monday, June 19, 2006
Leaving home…off to
Living in hostel does not imply leaving home, especially when home is a two hour bus journey away. Having the option of going back to home sweet home on any day makes hostel just an extension of the home, where you have to stay for certain periods of the week. Thats why despite living in the hostel of DCE, the feeling of leaving home was never there, home as I said was a bus journey or better still a local call away.
But going to
It is at times like these that the what-to-do and what-not-to-do advices start pouring in from friends and family. Everyone now is your self appointed advisor and councilor. In fact a list of things to be taken was prepared by my aunt, who after seeing that even with only two weeks to go, I still had not started on my leaving preparations, forced me to sit with her and jot down a list of things to be taken. Most of these, ranging from suitcases to towels, have now thankfully being bought.
Another factor involved with going to a different place is almost whomsoever you meet tells you that he/she knows someone there or even 200km from there, who can help you out whenever you need anything. Either they are all being kind or they expect me to run into trouble as soon as I reach there.
It has been not even a month since college ended, and time has now come to wish home, family and friends goodbye. Ya, leaving is tough, but
As Bob Marley said,
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
Also, quoting a few lines from a song from the Top Gun soundtrack,
I don't know how or where
But I'm goin' it's all that I have left
Never took this road before - destination unknown
Gotta go it alone- destination unknown
Yes, the destination is
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Dur Humse Jaa Paoge Kaise,
Humko Bhool Paoge Kaise.
Hum Who Khushbu Jo Saanson Mein Utar Jaye,
Khud Apni Saanxon Ko Rok Paoge Kaise..
Rone de tu aaj hamako tu aankhe sujane de
baho me lele aur khud ko bheeg jane de
hai jo seene me quaid dariya wo chut jayega
hai itana dard ki tera daman bheeg jayega..
E Khuda Aaj Ye Faisla Karde,
Use Mera ya Mujhe Uska Karde.
Nahi Likha Agar Nasib Me Uska Naam,
To Khatam Kar Ye Zindagi aur Mujhe FANAA Karde.
Tere dil mein meri saanson ko jagah mil jaaye
tere ishq mein meri jaan fanaa ho jaaye
adhoori saans thi dhadkan adhoori thi adhooren ham
magar ab chaand poora hain falak pe aur ab pooren hain ham.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Starting a new phase...
Going on a new path,
What better than
a new song collection,
to start things off...
A day of dreams...
an evening of beauty,
long to see you,
as lovers only do.
Happiness apparent, longing within,
to see you, to be with you.
On a day like you,
sweet and charming.
Cant stay without you,
alone and longing.
Wishes I know dont,
just when you want them to.
But whats a wish if its
fulfilled so easily.
Whats a dream if it,
becomes reality so early.
So, with you not here,
and I can only wish...
That we would be together dear,
and days like this would come again,
and you would be with me, soon.
Saturday, May 27, 2006
The cheesiest poem.... the Silliest Song Ever
The most popular...Friends Forever
The critics award...Deception
The most commented...Dilemma
The positive message award...Autumn Leaves
The story in a poem award...Stella's story
My favorite poem...The Hazy picture...
My Best poem...On your birthday
No link???hahaha.No its not an error.The songs dedicated so can not be put on the site.
My next poem is Thoughts on a beautiful day...and it would be posted very soon.Watch out for it...
Friday, May 26, 2006
Confessions is now five months old, and now its time to sit back and take stock. Here a listing of the most memorable posts...
The most comical post...all the dope on what shouldnt but does happen at MBA GD's.
Group Discussions and Personal Interviews
The most sentimental post...the feeling of what if???the fear of losing, and hope of being together...
the road to 'friends forever'
The even more comical post... the story of Five Point Someone, or rather 65% someone in DCE...
Five point someone in DCE
The most controversial most...talk about hidden coded messages, talk about ....;-)You just wouldn't want to miss this...
Songs,Dil se...Especially for you
The first college leaving post...all the emotional talk about leaving college, friends and also some other sentimental things;-)
In da Zone
The straight from the heart post...all things about my sis.
For my sis...
The last(hopefully) college leaving post... happiness apparent, fears within.
The Sound of glass
Thursday, May 25, 2006
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Just when you start getting the answers, the questions change.
Think about it.See you after the exams.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Yes, we will miss these days. Yes we will miss sitting in the canteen for hours talking pointlessly, like we do now. Yes, we will miss the fun in the hostel. Yes we will miss the night outs just before the exams. Yes will miss the sleeping in classes, copying assignments...the usual things. Yes we will miss these four years. Yes, we will miss all the friends we made here. Yes, we know these days would never come back again.
The external happiness apparent in all of us, when you see us enjoying to our hearts outs, hides the pain, the pain of seperation, from college and friends, it hides the fear, the fear of losing, losing all whom you like, after college ends. That, despite the sound of glass of our carefreeness and happiness in our last days, is what my and your eyes are fighting to explain.
In the words of Jim Morrison:
The sound of glass
What your eyes fight
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do."
~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 11, spoken by the character Atticus
Here are some other memorable quotes from the same book:
They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.
"I think I'll be a clown when I get grown," said Dill. "Yes, sir, a clown.... There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off."
"You got it backwards, Dill," said Jem. "Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them."
"Well, I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks."
She seemed glad to see me when I appeared in the kitchen, and by watching her I began to think there was some skill involved in being a girl.
Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts.
Atticus: I remember when my daddy gave me that gun. He told me that I should never point it at anything in the house; and that he'd rather I'd shoot at tin cans in the backyard. But he said that sooner or later he supposed the temptation to go after birds would be too much, and that I could shoot all the blue jays I wanted - if I could hit 'em; but to remember it was a sin to kill a mockingbird. Well, I reckon because mockingbirds don't do anything but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat people's gardens, don't nest in the corncrib, they don't do one thing but just sing their hearts out for us.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Yaad kuchh aata nahin ye hua kabse
Ho gaya mushkil chhupana aaj ye sabse
Tum kahoon to maang loon main aaj kuchh rabse
Arre re arre kya hua koi na pehchaana
Arre re arre banta hai to ban jaaye afsaana
Saamne hain raaste hum guzar jaayein
Ya kisike waaste hum thehar jaayein
Ab yahaan tak aa gayein ab kidhar jaayein
Arre re arre kya hua koi na pehchaana
Arre re arre banta hai to ban jaaye afsaana .
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Lateral thinking is a term invented by Edward de Bono. He defines it as a technique of problem solving by approaching problems indirectly at diverse angles instead of concentrating on one approach at length.Lateral thinking is about reasoning that is not immediately obvious and about ideas that may not be obtainable by using only traditional step-by-step logic. Techniques that apply lateral thinking to problems are characterized by the shifting of thinking patterns away from entrenched or predictable thinking to new or unexpected ideas.
Lateral thinking defined by Edward de Bono...
"Lateral Thinking is for changing concepts and perceptions"
With logic you start out with certain ingredients just as in playing chess you start out with given pieces. But what are those pieces? In most real life situations the pieces are not given, we just assume they are there. We assume certain perceptions, certain concepts and certain boundaries. Lateral thinking is concerned not with playing with the existing pieces but with seeking to change those very pieces. Lateral thinking is concerned with the perception part of thinking. This is where we organize the external world into the pieces we can then 'process'.
Here are a few examples I collected from the net to illustrate solutions using Lateral Thinking...
A few scenarios are given and you have to find explanations for them...
1)A man and his wife raced through the streets. They stopped, and the husband got out of the car. When he came back, his wife was dead, and there was a stranger in the car.
2)A man is lying dead, face down in the desert. He's wearing a backpack.
3)The music stops, and a woman dies.
4)A man is found hanging in an otherwise empty locked room with a puddle of water under his feet.
5)A man is lying dead in a room. There is a large pile of gold and jewels on the floor, a chandelier attached to the ceiling, and a large open window.
1)The wife was about to have a baby. They drove to the hospital. The husband left to get a wheelchair, but the baby was born in the meantime, and the wife didn't survive the birth.
2)He jumped out of an airplane, but his parachute failed to open.
3)The woman is a tightrope walker in a circus. Her act consists of walking the rope blindfolded, accompanied by music, without a net. The conductor is supposed to stop the music when she reaches the end of the rope, signaling that it's safe to step off onto the platform. That day, the usual conductor was ill. The substitute stopped the music early.
4)He stood on a block of ice to hang himself.
5)The room is the ballroom of an ocean liner which sank some time ago. The man ran out of air while diving in the wreck.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Well my views on the subject are best represented by a comment I wrote in one of my friend's blog,when the issue first broke out.
"So, old ghosts have come to haunt us again after 14 years. ya the same crappy talk about the so called affirmative action, dis-advantaged groups, advantaged groups, brilliant minds fleeing the country, political ends, social ends...
Well if you are on the road with no job, it doesn't matter which so called class you belong to. You are as advantaged or disadvantaged as any person on the earth.
By raking up this issue, the centuries old caste divisions would be deepened like never before. The blow due to this to the nation, would be a knock out one, from which it wouldn't be able to recover.
A state where from which class you came from did not matter, what you did mattered, your region, religion or caste was just yours, not a battleground for vote bank hungry politics, is the the one we should all strive for. Removing barriers rather than reinforcing them is the way forward. "
My own contribution apart from this comment was a small post I wrote back then...
Monday, May 01, 2006
So, heres presenting a few slightly modified lines from Seasons in the sun...enjoy and plz dont cry...
Goodbye to you, my trusted friends
We've known each other since college began
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of Love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friends, it's hard to go
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there...
Goodbye to u, my dearest one
You gave me Love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye dear, it's hard to go
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there...
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just Seasons out of time
We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the Seasons have all gone...
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Monday, April 24, 2006
In four words...MY BEST SONG EVER
Dreamz song no 7...heres presenting The Hazy Picture
Through the looking glass I see,
a picture starts appearing to me,
What does it reveal?
What does it conceal?
Confused I look, not believing...
Is it the anxiety, which to me is killing?
When you have been hurt in life,
When you have lost all whom
you considered nice,
Surprises come in only one color,
When fears are high, hopes are low,
The picture can have only one form you know.
What is there to see I wonder,
doubts emerge from deep under,
Picture becomes clearer,
thats what I gather,
Or is it what I would want to see rather?
Hazy picture has now become clearer,
Dreamz blurring into reality it seems,
You and me, together so close,
Friends forever, it was supposed to be,
Friends forever, it will be,
Ya, the dream is now reality!
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Well the wait is finally over...here is Dreamz Song no 6...its called 'The Unfinished song...".
The Unfinished Song
A few chords unstruck,
A few lines not written,
for a song that is still incomplete.
What I wrote reminds me,
of the past, memories.
sweet and bitter.
Whats left are all dreamz,
unfulfilled and incomplete.
As a new phase starts,
a new life begins,
leaving all thats behind,
and taking only memories,
to cherish mostly,
and sometimes to regret.
Coming with me also,
is the dream,
The way will be unknown,
The players new,
the rules will change...
What wont is the dream,
the promise of the lines not written,
Want to come along with me,
on the new way,
to complete the unfinished dream?
Saturday, April 22, 2006
And happy because no college means an end to all those silly classes, practicals, exams , results etc etc. But who knows, we might miss these very things which we all detest so much now, as we move on in life. Happy also because, a new stage of life would be started with new challenges, people and memorable moments.
But leaving aside what might be or might not be in the future and celebrating the present, here is a big thank you to all my friends for making these four years at DCE the most memorable ones of my life. Well, three cheers to all of you...it will be tough leaving all this and moving on...but that's the way it is!
Friday, April 21, 2006
When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.
You thanked her by crying all night long.
When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk.
You thanked her by running away when she called.
when you were 3 years old, she Made all your meals with love.
You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.
When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons.
You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.
When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays.
You thanked her by plopping into the nearest.
When you were 6 years old, she walked you to school.
You thanked her by screaming, "I' M Not Going!"
When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball.
You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door neighbor's window.
When you were 8 years old, she handed you a ice-cream.
You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons.
You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.
You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies.
You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you to not to watch certain TV Shows.
You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut.
You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16 years old, she taught you how drive her car.
You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call.
You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation.
You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 20 years old, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.
You thanked her by saying, " It's none of your business."
When you were 21 years old, she suggested certain careers for your future.
You thanked her by saying, "I don't want to be like you."
When you were 22 years old, she hugged you at your college graduation.
You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.
When you were 23 years old, she gave you furniture for your your first apartment.
You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.
When you were 24 years old, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future.
You thanked her by glaring and growling "Muuhh-ther, Please!"
When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway cross the country.
When you were 30 years old, she called with some advice on the baby.
You thanked her by telling her, "Things are different now."
When you were 40 years old, she called to remind you of a relative's birthday.
You thanked her by saying you were " really busy right now."
When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never
did came crashing down like thunder on your YOUR HEART.
IF SHE'S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER
MORE THAN EVER...
AND IF SHE'S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE AND PASS IT
ON....... ALWAYS REMEMBER TO LOVE THY MOTHER,
BECAUSE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE
MOTHER IN YOUR LIFETIME!!!!!
hahaha....i hope u r not crying now...;-)....a hug from your mom would come in handy:-)
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Electronics engineers theme
I am fine.You are fine.
the Silliest Song Ever