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Monday, December 18, 2006

For Mysore....

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

What I do at Pune?

Apart from being at the cutting edge (bleeding edge actually, but its only me who is bleeding!!!) of technology(;-)...will explain later), I seemed to have finally caught the bug. No, its not in my software, its my new found membership of "i-reply-to-silly-emails" club. Too much bleeding(from the cutting edge of technology, obviously) finally drove to seek remedies.
The membership of my new found club appeared to me the perfect medicine. Acting childish never harmed anyone. So, here's presenting my first installment.Hopefully the fever would subside soon. Till it lasts, here a toast for all those who forward and especially those who actually take out the time to reply to such mails.Enjoy.
WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? Siddharth Saxena.
WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO? Nothing, the ac is the only sound.
THE LAST THING YOU ATE? Boiled eggs, how boring. I know. :-(
IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? I’d change colors, pink, yellow......
HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? No the cubicle its nice n cool.
FAVORITE SPORTS?Cricket...obviously.
FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?Days in the company of yr loved ones.
ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Too, what should I say…?
Would like it 2 be the other way ;-)
SUMMER OR WINTER? Feb-March in Delhi.
HUGS OR KISSES?Hugs n kisses n more hugs n more kisses.
WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Wuthering heights.
WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?Baatein.......n more baatein.
FAVORITE SMELLS?Chocolates n good food.
FAVORITE FLOWER?All flowers....

Finally about that cutting edge, heres what I actually do at Pune...
(taken from my corporate blog)
da story so far....@systems integration, pune

Week1: Sharepoint Training
Week2: Sharepoint Training
Week3: FileNet Training
Week4: Home!!!!!!........-->>>>>>>>>Delhi
Week5: FileNet Training
Week6: Interwoven Training project......:-(
check out what i did at mysore...

Monday, November 20, 2006 where it all started

It was almost five months ago, when I, on my birthday took a flight to Mysore from Delhi. Mysore was the place I was going for my training and Delhi was my hometown which I was leaving. Yes, I was crying in the flight then(ya ya ya, guys do cry). Delhi was the place where I had lived throughout my life. It represented family, home, friends and well everything. To say it in hindi..."thoda rona toh banta tha na"?

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


From today onwards, I will be writing a series. A series about love, true love. Its dedicated to two of my very close friends. I will call them N and S. The series is called Sweetheart, and it starts with a touching poem, in Hindi which S wrote for N. Hoping you will like it.

Dosti se pyaar aapse kar beethe,
Aapke pyaar mein hum kya se kya kar beethe
Aapne hamme chooaa,
toh aap ek dost se kuch aur he bun beethe.

Zindagi mein aap humko mile,
ghum jo hamein tha hum bhula beethe,
khushi aapko dein, zindagi bhar ke,
isse tamanna se hum, apni jaan aapko bana beethe.

Door hain aapse aapko yaad karte hain,
Aapki baatein ssoch kar,
tanhayee mein muskara liya karte hain.
Mil jaayein agar toh zindagi bhar
khuda ko yaad karein ge. Na mile agar toh.............
jannat mein aapka intezar karenge.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Infosys Mysore Training

The Company: Continued,110 days

110 days, yes that’s how long it has been for most of us here. 110 days of software modules, projects, making friends, missing home, enjoying and being fed up. These 4 months have been like 4 years of college compressed 10 times. From getting to know each other in the interactive Infosys Leadership Institute (ILI) classes in the beginning to becoming friends, having fun and then in the end getting bored of the place. Time has now come to bid adieu, as each would be posted to a different location from amongst the nine centers the company has in the country.

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.

About the Infy Mysore Campus

Random Thoughts: The Company

Infosys is in some ways more an institution than just a company. An institute which trains thousands of people each year from diverse engineering backgrounds to be quality software engineers. An institution which also represents values and principles at a time when these very qualities are fast disappearing in the corporate world.

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

The song of a home sick person...

Nothing more to write...the song of a home sick person...

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 Malegoan Malady

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

From my corporate intranet blog...

8/25/06 05:03 pm
Having just taken membership of the ECC, me and another girl are discussing what all things we will do in the coming days. The topic comes to the swimming pool.The girl asks... "siddharth ek baat bata, yeh swimming pool ke 'girls-timings' aur 'boys-timing' kya-kya hain".
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.

Just heard in Food Court 1...
8/23/06 02:46 pm
Two guys and one girl, walking in front of us, on way to FC1, are talking about the great company they have just joined. One of the two guys says:"Mujhse data toh feed hota nahin, data structure kaise feed honge".

Infy mein light nahi...
8/21/06 09:53 am
40 seconds, was all we were told, took the backup to get started when lights went out. Well, after the 'light going n light coming back' all through the evening at Mysore DC, I have serious reservations now against the famous 'Infosys Predictability'.;-)

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Copy Cat Part 3...The Best Of Company Intranet Humor

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: , 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.

check out...
Copy Cat part2
and also,
Copy Cat part1

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Thoughts on love...Part2

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.

check out...
Thoughts on love Part 1
Random Thoughts Part 2

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

Touch me
Take me to that other place
Reach me
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...

check out...
Random Thoughts Part1

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

For my sis...Part2

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.

Finally, signing out with a big thank you to all of my sisters. Hope you all stay happy forever. And to the 'Reincarnation of Evil', in my life, well sis,watch out...I'll see you very soon in Delhi.
with love,
check out:

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Six Gems...songs that touched me...

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

Infosys Mysore First Salary...

First Salary...

Well, the first salary for many of us, is the culmination of what all we looked forward to at school and college. A day comparable to any other, a day which everyone will remember throughout their lives. A day which, as they say...will go down memories lane.

Yes, we all at Mysore got our first salaries last week. Coming just on the eve of the weekend of the great 25th year celebrations of the company added to the excitement. First salaries, being such an important thing in everyone's life, had everyone making up plans for what they indented to do with them. From the amusing to the bizarre, the plans were varied and great to listen to. From the guys who wanted to splurge most of it on day 1 itself, to the girl who rather innocently said that, she was waiting for the salary day, because she wanted to buy all the cool cosmetics her room mate used, to the guy who wouldn't touch the salary, till he made an offering at the temple(after the drinks, of course) and also to the guy who is gifting his parents a car on their 25th anniversary, by offering to pay all the monthly installments of the car, from his own salary. Well we had them all. As for me and another girl in class, the money can go only one place...and thats home. That cool i-pod can wait.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Paths of destiny...

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

Thoughts on love...

I have been thinking lately, thinking a lot, about things, about people, about love. Triggering the thought process are questions, questions for which there are no definite answers. Questions for which the more you search, the more you find how much less you know. Yes, I am talking about love, the hows and whys of it. The ins and outs of it.

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

Five signs you are in love...

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

A poem...straight from my heart...

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.

Looking ahead

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

I see people, I look for faces...

Going to a new place, a place where you don't have your family, only contacts. A place where you don't have friends, only colleagues. Its at places such as these, you try to look for familiar faces. Amongst unknown, never seen before people, you suddenly start seeing people, people you know, people you love. You start thinking what if instead of these unknown people, you were again amongst the company of your loved ones. In their unknown faces, you suddenly start seeing familiar faces.

Then, this wish fulfilling dream breaks. The reality of the unknown place with the unknown people again dawns on you. You resign yourself to these people, hoping, just hoping that some of them would be like, if not the people you left.

Well, as they say, even if the cast changes suddenly, the show must go on. That it will, with a bang. Now, thats a promise.

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Close to my heart...

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.

Handwritten letters which speak of love, that photo album with all your favorite college pics, that photo frame with you and that special someone, pictures of your family in happy times and yes some gifts, each reminding you of a very special person, reminding you also of a very special moment. All of these enshrined in memory. Memory...?Yes, memories to cherish.

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.
Like memories...

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
always be.
Remember me,and like memories,
I'll come back instantly.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

This is not a poem...

Heres presenting Visions, song no 3...its called...This is not a poem...and I am trying to act confused...or am 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
Do i??
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...

Infosys Mysore Post

The Mysore Post...

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

The story SS677's words...

"So i pick up where sid has left off, what makes me even better candidate to continue is the fact that i was the one who was in the most conscious state of the three of us...first to correct sid lets make that 300ml of his something like god sid to 50ml lete hi tunn ho jata hai :D !! well getting back to the story i and 682 returned to hostel, with me having a swollen foot with the injury i had that morning, i hoped that whiskey will help (and help it did ;) ) after waiting for some 30 mins 679 made an entry, and i swear that was an entry to remember, i had never seen such a beautiful bottle nor such a sexy packing in which it came!! And here begun the night of frenzy and wild fun....three of us pegs after pegs and highs after highs....wild dances...crazy GCs...there were four of us 677 679 682 and signature and it was a night to remember...when our namkeen got finished we went out for a walk and each one of us tried out the line test, needless to say we failed miserably! coming back to room we had another session of dance and i am not drunk tests standing on a foot! There were a few more interesting incidents...we had been trying to get certificates from a third year mechanical guy for one of the events that we had won, but our 10-15 'sharaafat bhari' tries had been of no avail, we went to him and i tried my best to look normal and asked him for certies in the most non threatening way that i could... next morning the guy walked to my room and handed over the certies, WOW, what a wonderful effect a drunken guy has!! In between N called up 679 and he stupidly handed over the phone to me, all i remember is that i was repeatedly saying that N sounded like a male :D only 3 guys know what an entertaining conversation it was and only 1 girl knows how embarrassing n frustrating it was!!! When the bottle finally went empty it was time to blast it off in someones balcony and we chose 680 as the lucky guy, but my shot at breaking the bottle went out with a whimper as the bottle hit the floor in a wrong way and did not break the way we wanted it to...ab to bezatti ki baat ho gai thi, we went to 682s room and picked up a polythene and started filling coke bottles in it (yeah yeah courtesy Morris) and i swear each one of them, was blasted with full sound effects and to ur hearts content! Some 15-20 bottles were sacrificed in our half awakened state and the next morning the balcony was a sight to remember! Finally our night of fun came to an end and N called up again asking me to accompany 679 to his room and he kept on repeating that everything is under control, how much it was, was a scene to be remembered, when i in a drunken state could see that 679 had no control over his body someone in fully conscious state would have had loads of fun looking at him and his 'control'!! well i accompanied him till the hostel gate and when i returned to room 682 was lying on bed, a hand and a leg hanging down, mouth open as if he had died, of course he had just slept, i pushed him on to bed and closed the door of his room and went out to sleep, next morning the first words from his mouth that too in utter amazement were "main kab soya, kal raat kya hua bottles phodne ke baad?" seems like i was the only one who had enjoyed each n every silly moment of that night!! A lot of these have been captured by my cells cam but hey they are personal vids and you will have to be content with textual description!! But i swear it is a treat to watch those videos, sometimes embarrassing too :p but all in all it was a night to remember, with all our antics, silly things we did and loads of fun we had, man these are the moments that just go by you and hit u back as nostalgia and u relish and savor them for whole of your life!!"

(first published as a comment on the previous post)

Saturday, June 24, 2006

The last day...Project, Some Special Moments and 300 ml of whiskey....
...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....

SS677...please carry on...

(as for me, sleepy me...will post soon, this time from Mysore..till then, take care...)

Monday, June 19, 2006

Leaving home…off to Mysore

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 Mysore for my job training is a different matter altogether. Mysore means having the option of coming back only once every few months, that too by expensive flights or torturous trains. Mysore means expensive calls back home. Mysore means being on my own.

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 Mysore excites me somehow. Things are waiting for me, and I have to take them.

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 Mysore. But where it takes me is for destiny to reveal and me to look forward to. Its also a stepping stone for greater things to come, things I should work for and goals I should to strive to achieve. That’s my Destination Unknown.

Adios Delhi. I will be back…

Saturday, June 10, 2006

I am FANNA...

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, May 31, 2006

Its a new day.Its a new collection.

Starting a new phase...
Going on a new path,
What better than
a new song collection,
to start things off...

Here is presenting Visions...and the first song is....Thoughts on a beautiful day

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,
come true,
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

Taking stock...part2...the poems

The cheesiest poem.... the Silliest Song Ever

The most popular...
Friends Forever

The critics award...

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

Well...I am back...

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 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

For you...

In the words of Bob Marley...

Good friends we have, oh, good friends weve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

God bless you, where ever you are...

Sunday, May 21, 2006


Final semester.Last days in college.Final Exams...and its so hard to study. But if you have a task, you got to complete it. So, while I complete the formalities of studying for my finals, heres a thought to ponder over:

Just when you start getting the answers, the questions change.

Think about it.See you after the exams.

Saturday, May 13, 2006

The Sound of glass...not just another college leaving post.

Ask anyone of us in college, what are you doing these days?The answer would be the same. Same to the point of being, well boring. Well, I know we are all enjoying our last days in college. Yes, we are having the time of our lives. Yes the coming exams do not scare us one bit(that fear actually disappered a long time ago). Yes, we are all looking forward to the future.

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
Speaks quick

And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain...

Wednesday, May 10, 2006

Whats real courage?

If you have read To Kill a Mockingbird, you would know who was Atticus. If you know who was Atticus, you would know how he defined 'real courage' to his kids, Scout and Jem.

"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

Random thoughts...

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

Think out of the box...think lateral...

What wekipedia says...
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'.

Well, lateral thinking in simple language is looking at the same problem, from entirely new and different perspectives, which we might not arrive from simple logical reasoning. The process of finding solutions to problems using Lateral Thinking is more creative than logical. It is this approach which is gaining popularity across the world, and is now being used even by Greg Chappel for improving the strategy of the Indian Cricket Team.

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.

the explanations...

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, when my friend in LHMC told me about the students strike in all the medical colleges in Delhi, about how she and her classmates were boycotting classes and about the recent protest by college students in India gate, lightening struck twice for me. Seriously after the initial shock when the issue first broke out, the issue had gone off the radar screen at least for me, till this week, when the gravity of the situation again dawned on me.

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

Seasons in the sun...

Well the college leaving countdown has started with the classes over and just about the exams to go, its still looking like we all just started. What better song now to capture this moment than the lines from the song Seasons in the sun...

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

Not just another college, not just another collage...

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Monday, April 24, 2006

The Hazy Picture...

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

The Unfinished song...

Well the wait is finally 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

In da ZONE...

Well, after writing The Unfinished Song, I have gone on to write the The Hazy Picture, which is in some ways my picture too, and which is also according to me is my best song ever. Both will be posted very very soon. I guess there are some stages in life, some moments which take your creativity to an entirely new level. Well one of them will be clearer after I post The Hazy Picture(pun intended) and the second is related to all of us...I mean for all of us enjoying our last days in college.I am sure everyone must be having mixed feelings of sadness n happiness.Sad because a very important part of our lifes would come to an end, sad also because we might not make better friends as we move on to our professional life or worse as Aaamir Khan said in DCH, "saal me ek baar toh kya, dus saal me ek baar bhi milna mushkil..."

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 will be tough leaving all this and moving on...but that's the way it is!

Friday, April 21, 2006

Mothers Love...

I received the following mail from my mom:-)She actually made me sit on the computer and read the whole thing, when I came back from hostel today.:-(So, just for her here is the complete n unabridged text of the mail...enjoy;-)

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.


hahaha....i hope u r not crying now...;-)....a hug from your mom would come in handy:-)

Sunday, April 16, 2006

The return of the poet...

Well after a short hiatus, the self proclaimed poet is back with his new song.hahaha.Well the songs called the "The Unfinished Song...". It is song no 6 of the Dreamz collection. While I give finishing touches to is a listing of all my more time...


Oliver's Story


Autumn Leaves


Love of a lifetime

Without Reason

Falling Rain

Electronics engineers theme


I am fine.You are fine.

the Silliest Song Ever


Friends Forever

Stella's story