Life seems to be dis-satisfying, though not!
Time seems to be flee, though not!
Days seem to be hectic, though not!
We live with illusions, perhaps,
Our mind, being filled, with complexities,
And our thoughts, with hatred or with love, may be.
Self-justifying our bad omans,
Relishing and Cherishing our sweet moments,
Getting greedy everyday,
With nothing being achieved in an ultimate sense!!
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Xerox - The Power of Youth ! !
Xerox Corporation was founded in 1906 in New York. It manufactures Photocopiers, Printing presses and related gadgets and provides related consultancies. Forming an image by the action of light on a specially coated charged plate; the latent image is developed with powders that adhere only to electrically charged areas. This is how Photocopying has been defined. This was later called as Xerography, now Xerox.
I must confess that, I never knew that there was company called Xerox which formed the basis for the origin of the word ‘Xerox’ (meaning ‘copying’) until my school days.
I feel this history will suffice. ‘Xerox’ing, these days, have become unavoidable esp. among student community. One can come across a Xerox shop every ten feet span anywhere in India. Its demand has grown with years. Xerox shops have started generating lot of profit (which probably will have a significant influence in the nation’s GDP quiet soon!!!).
Right from application forms for admissions till the receipt of degree, we owe the Xerox machine quiet a lot. It caters to the needs of all class of people, right from an efficient Entrepreneur to a school going chap, right from the President of the nation to a school teacher. Imagine a world without this machine (Nothing so magical about this! compared to many other miracles. But it still is). No more duplication might have been possible. Every single document will have to be original and safe. Again this is close to impossibility.
In my view, owning a miniscule Xerox shop at the corner of a college campus erecting two microcosm version of the machine (but in ‘good condition’ always!)employing one chap for each, can pull in quiet a healthy crowd, can generate bewildering amount of profit (possibly higher than what one earns through his/her profession!).
Here the stress has been given on syllables ‘good condition’ machines. The reason being, if the machines do not perform with full efficacy, the shop is going to land in problems.
Xerox shop is analogous to playing a sport. A good performance fetches applauds from all around. Bad performances can throw you into a huge fireball of criticism (Like the one in my college campus, where the Xerox machine remains dysfunctional for about 7 hours in a 8-hour day. The remaining one hour, it operates at 25% efficiency!) A badly maintained Xerox shop leads to Customer dissatisfaction (esp. during emergency situation. My emergency situation mostly has been final minute preparation for exams!!!), ending up with dwindling crowd and loss of profit!!!
I, personally, must thank Xerox Corporation for having brain-stormed this idea and inventing this seemingly legerdemain product, which today has gained global popularity.
Inspiration for this post: My recently ended exams!!!
I must confess that, I never knew that there was company called Xerox which formed the basis for the origin of the word ‘Xerox’ (meaning ‘copying’) until my school days.
I feel this history will suffice. ‘Xerox’ing, these days, have become unavoidable esp. among student community. One can come across a Xerox shop every ten feet span anywhere in India. Its demand has grown with years. Xerox shops have started generating lot of profit (which probably will have a significant influence in the nation’s GDP quiet soon!!!).
Right from application forms for admissions till the receipt of degree, we owe the Xerox machine quiet a lot. It caters to the needs of all class of people, right from an efficient Entrepreneur to a school going chap, right from the President of the nation to a school teacher. Imagine a world without this machine (Nothing so magical about this! compared to many other miracles. But it still is). No more duplication might have been possible. Every single document will have to be original and safe. Again this is close to impossibility.
In my view, owning a miniscule Xerox shop at the corner of a college campus erecting two microcosm version of the machine (but in ‘good condition’ always!)employing one chap for each, can pull in quiet a healthy crowd, can generate bewildering amount of profit (possibly higher than what one earns through his/her profession!).
Here the stress has been given on syllables ‘good condition’ machines. The reason being, if the machines do not perform with full efficacy, the shop is going to land in problems.
Xerox shop is analogous to playing a sport. A good performance fetches applauds from all around. Bad performances can throw you into a huge fireball of criticism (Like the one in my college campus, where the Xerox machine remains dysfunctional for about 7 hours in a 8-hour day. The remaining one hour, it operates at 25% efficiency!) A badly maintained Xerox shop leads to Customer dissatisfaction (esp. during emergency situation. My emergency situation mostly has been final minute preparation for exams!!!), ending up with dwindling crowd and loss of profit!!!
I, personally, must thank Xerox Corporation for having brain-stormed this idea and inventing this seemingly legerdemain product, which today has gained global popularity.
Inspiration for this post: My recently ended exams!!!
Saturday, December 01, 2007
7/8 up...
Last-minute efforts, Sleepless nights, drooping eyes, tired brain, excruciating study-hours, frequent tea taking at nights and what not. The seventh semester exams did generate enough harrowing experiences.
Coming to my performance, I'd rate it as - "Very Average". Somehow, I managed to sail 87.5% of my engineering journey safely. No comments on my remaining 1/8th. No speculations on how it turns out to be. As fas as now, Semester holidays is going to be the prime-focus. Looking forward to "Active Blogging".
Coming to my performance, I'd rate it as - "Very Average". Somehow, I managed to sail 87.5% of my engineering journey safely. No comments on my remaining 1/8th. No speculations on how it turns out to be. As fas as now, Semester holidays is going to be the prime-focus. Looking forward to "Active Blogging".
Thursday, November 08, 2007
DIWALI dhamaka !
It's DIWALI day. The festival of lights.
"May this DIWALI bring loads of Joy in you." - as though previous Diwali did not bring any joy!!
"May this Diwali lighten your heart with sweet thoughts blah blah" - As though last Diwali was a disastrous strife ! !
But, these are formalities. Right? Yes. Every Diwali, we wish each other Happines, Loads of Joy and Fortune. If not done, society might have a different view about us.
But, Diwali has always been a special occassion for the Indians. They never celebrate this Im-promptu. They plan for it well in advance. This is the day, (though meant for Enjoyment and relaxation) we get a bit extra tired, the reason being, a mouth gum ache - wishing everyone, A HAPPY and JOYOUS DIWALI, though, he/she is an unhappy person by birth!
This day has always got a different agenda on the board right from the morning, rather than an usual orthodox agenda. We wake up early (if not, we'll be taken to task!)even if not interested in celebrations, take bath (This has to be done, atleast today!), wear an attractive attire, visit a temple, burst crackers and stuff. But, as we keep growing by age, this dhamaka seems to attenuate. We feel slothful to rise up in the morning and celebrate.
The advancement of technology, in one way, has got a hand in spoiling the real sense of celebaration. We forward the Diwali wishes to a list of 40 people in our Cell phone memory and to a huge list in ORKUT and Yahoo, without actually knowing whom we wished. Because, this makes the job simpler (but not effective!). But, finally, DIWALI is still Diwali. The name has got something special in it. This day is always a speical day for all INDIANS, howmuch ever India has advanced.
HAPPY DIWALI TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS (Don mind, if i don wish each one of you in person!)
"May this DIWALI bring loads of Joy in you." - as though previous Diwali did not bring any joy!!
"May this Diwali lighten your heart with sweet thoughts blah blah" - As though last Diwali was a disastrous strife ! !
But, these are formalities. Right? Yes. Every Diwali, we wish each other Happines, Loads of Joy and Fortune. If not done, society might have a different view about us.
But, Diwali has always been a special occassion for the Indians. They never celebrate this Im-promptu. They plan for it well in advance. This is the day, (though meant for Enjoyment and relaxation) we get a bit extra tired, the reason being, a mouth gum ache - wishing everyone, A HAPPY and JOYOUS DIWALI, though, he/she is an unhappy person by birth!
This day has always got a different agenda on the board right from the morning, rather than an usual orthodox agenda. We wake up early (if not, we'll be taken to task!)even if not interested in celebrations, take bath (This has to be done, atleast today!), wear an attractive attire, visit a temple, burst crackers and stuff. But, as we keep growing by age, this dhamaka seems to attenuate. We feel slothful to rise up in the morning and celebrate.
The advancement of technology, in one way, has got a hand in spoiling the real sense of celebaration. We forward the Diwali wishes to a list of 40 people in our Cell phone memory and to a huge list in ORKUT and Yahoo, without actually knowing whom we wished. Because, this makes the job simpler (but not effective!). But, finally, DIWALI is still Diwali. The name has got something special in it. This day is always a speical day for all INDIANS, howmuch ever India has advanced.
HAPPY DIWALI TO ALL MY BLOGGER FRIENDS (Don mind, if i don wish each one of you in person!)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Man is in chains everywhere
It was well said by Rousseau “Man is born free but everywhere he is in chains”. What Rousseau meant was that man leads a free and unrestricted life till the day he realises the existence of a society around him.
Once man enters the civil society all his freedom and liberty vanishes.
Yes. Man’s life in the civil society is an artificial life. It is a false and untrue life. Man in the society becomes highly formal and sophisticated. He becomes greedy and wicked. The life in the civil society is not natural. It is a pretentious life. Here man follows double standards. He becomes civilized as wells as a hypocrite. He says one thing but does something else.
In the society man is everywhere in chains. I think, everywhere there are a set of do’s and dont's. The social, martial and governmental laws bind man. Thus a man cannot be free in the society. These restrictions, restraints and limitations are the real obstacles in his path of life.
Man, if, tries to shed the artificial aspects of his life and try to live a life in harmony with nature, it will look more natural and genuine.
Once man enters the civil society all his freedom and liberty vanishes.
Yes. Man’s life in the civil society is an artificial life. It is a false and untrue life. Man in the society becomes highly formal and sophisticated. He becomes greedy and wicked. The life in the civil society is not natural. It is a pretentious life. Here man follows double standards. He becomes civilized as wells as a hypocrite. He says one thing but does something else.
In the society man is everywhere in chains. I think, everywhere there are a set of do’s and dont's. The social, martial and governmental laws bind man. Thus a man cannot be free in the society. These restrictions, restraints and limitations are the real obstacles in his path of life.
Man, if, tries to shed the artificial aspects of his life and try to live a life in harmony with nature, it will look more natural and genuine.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
My Tag..
I have been TAGged on quite a few occasions. I preferred to escape. Now, after Lavanya‘s tag, I decided, I’d go by it without any further ado.
Writing tags are quite a task. Somehow, these days, there are standard questions, probably, relieving the stresses from the think tank. I’ll go by standards, the one I am good at (copying!!). Here it goes…
1. Pick out a scar you have and explain how you got it?
Had I got a scar near by eyebrows, I’d have been happier to be a Harry Potter, with a Hermoine, by my side. But things didn’t go that way. Twas a hot sunny day in the year 1994, when I was self satisfied to have learnt cycling. But my maneuvering capability was nil. I’d jus learnt to drive straight. To my goodness, that JEEP had good, probably, well-oiled disc brakes attached to it. Yes. I encountered a Jeep forcing onto me with maximum acceleration possible. I, “intelligently”, jumped from my cycle, with a notion of avoiding head-on collision. But, the climax was – I was just a foot away from those MRF tyres of that Jeep, lying flat. That was my first scar. It is still on my right leg, making me cherish that fruitful event.
2. How does your phone look like?
The famous NOKIA 1100 does not look any different. But, I love it.
3. What are on the walls of your bedroom?
Bedroom?? I stay in a hostel, where that 10 feet by 10 feet allotted for me is my bedroom is study room is my play room is my everything. It’s walls are mostly white, with a few places stuck with pics (that are not too good looking).
4. What time were you born?
8:52 AM, if I remember right.
5. Last person who made you cry.
A Difficult question. When I delve deep into my mind, I found out that it was I who made me cry.
6. What’s your favorite perfume?
Perfumes – I hate them. I m fresh by nature (lol!)
7. What are you listening to?
Corrs…
8. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
I am fond of south Indian food. So, probably, HOT & SOFT IDLIS would do.
9. Do you get scared in the dark?
I used to, when I was young. Now, I avoid going in the dark. If at all, I get to go, I normally forget to scare.
10. Who was the last person who made you mad?
Thank god, this has not happened to me yet. I am quiet stable right now.
11. What do you look for, in the opposite sex?
Too personal to disclose!!! Ha ha. Here is where I do not go by standards. Ok. As of now, to swim on the safer side of the river, Lemme tell you, that I look for their “Looks”.
But……………….
I prefer to end my tag here. No more revelations.
I wanted to tag so many. OK. Let me be within limits.
No tags for Lavanya. She was the one who tagged me.
I, hereby, tag:
1. Ashu
2. Ankit
3. Keshi
4. Kaylee
5. Annie
Writing tags are quite a task. Somehow, these days, there are standard questions, probably, relieving the stresses from the think tank. I’ll go by standards, the one I am good at (copying!!). Here it goes…
1. Pick out a scar you have and explain how you got it?
Had I got a scar near by eyebrows, I’d have been happier to be a Harry Potter, with a Hermoine, by my side. But things didn’t go that way. Twas a hot sunny day in the year 1994, when I was self satisfied to have learnt cycling. But my maneuvering capability was nil. I’d jus learnt to drive straight. To my goodness, that JEEP had good, probably, well-oiled disc brakes attached to it. Yes. I encountered a Jeep forcing onto me with maximum acceleration possible. I, “intelligently”, jumped from my cycle, with a notion of avoiding head-on collision. But, the climax was – I was just a foot away from those MRF tyres of that Jeep, lying flat. That was my first scar. It is still on my right leg, making me cherish that fruitful event.
2. How does your phone look like?
The famous NOKIA 1100 does not look any different. But, I love it.
3. What are on the walls of your bedroom?
Bedroom?? I stay in a hostel, where that 10 feet by 10 feet allotted for me is my bedroom is study room is my play room is my everything. It’s walls are mostly white, with a few places stuck with pics (that are not too good looking).
4. What time were you born?
8:52 AM, if I remember right.
5. Last person who made you cry.
A Difficult question. When I delve deep into my mind, I found out that it was I who made me cry.
6. What’s your favorite perfume?
Perfumes – I hate them. I m fresh by nature (lol!)
7. What are you listening to?
Corrs…
8. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
I am fond of south Indian food. So, probably, HOT & SOFT IDLIS would do.
9. Do you get scared in the dark?
I used to, when I was young. Now, I avoid going in the dark. If at all, I get to go, I normally forget to scare.
10. Who was the last person who made you mad?
Thank god, this has not happened to me yet. I am quiet stable right now.
11. What do you look for, in the opposite sex?
Too personal to disclose!!! Ha ha. Here is where I do not go by standards. Ok. As of now, to swim on the safer side of the river, Lemme tell you, that I look for their “Looks”.
But……………….
I prefer to end my tag here. No more revelations.
I wanted to tag so many. OK. Let me be within limits.
No tags for Lavanya. She was the one who tagged me.
I, hereby, tag:
1. Ashu
2. Ankit
3. Keshi
4. Kaylee
5. Annie
Friday, August 10, 2007
The Blogosphere
Blogosphere - This expanding sphere is shrinking.(Lol! That was a mere excuse to bring in an oxymoron). But, I really mean it. With the number of new blogs burgeoning, this sphere is exapnding. But this sphere apparently seems to shrink, by bringing people, with different flavour, closer.
Blogs, in a way, nurture creativity. They provide you with a platform, where in wannabees can lay their foundation stone. This FREE BLOGGING brings in quiet a lot of people from different strata. It furnishes one with a strong platform where in one can unleash his/her opinions right from Facts to World Affairs, Poems to Stories, Emotions to sentiments, Personal politics to pervasive stuff, Scribblings to useful stuff, so on and so forth. It gives people freedom and liberty to think and bring out the A to Z of any stuff.
Value sharing is not in paucity, in here, with co-bloggers flooding in to (not so true in my case, though!) pour in their comments on our stuff. So things get more global.
I.ve admired quiet a lot of blogs.(Dunno, how many admire mine! But i do:-)). It sometimes, make me feel that I am nowhere, when I peep into some good blogs. So, this creates in me, a sense of inferiority, which I combat to overcome, and come out with with some better stuff in my blog. This has been the best fruit, I've reaped from BLOGGER.COM. Thanks. I think, this would be the case with most bloggers.(I never meant that this creates a sense of hatred within people. That's a completely wrong notion). Blogs really create an AURA of thought sharing. Blogging is no less in uniting people, who think alike.
To be frank, I've never delved deep into my mind to bring out something before my blogger days.
Most important of all, Owning a personal blog (with attractive template platfrom designed by blogger) always brings in a sense of pride & superbia into the self, which kindles further interest into blogging. So blogs have got anything and everything into it. It has got a strong platform for one to shape his/her world.
THIS EVER EXPANDING SPHERE WILL KEEP SHRINKING.
Blogs, in a way, nurture creativity. They provide you with a platform, where in wannabees can lay their foundation stone. This FREE BLOGGING brings in quiet a lot of people from different strata. It furnishes one with a strong platform where in one can unleash his/her opinions right from Facts to World Affairs, Poems to Stories, Emotions to sentiments, Personal politics to pervasive stuff, Scribblings to useful stuff, so on and so forth. It gives people freedom and liberty to think and bring out the A to Z of any stuff.
Value sharing is not in paucity, in here, with co-bloggers flooding in to (not so true in my case, though!) pour in their comments on our stuff. So things get more global.
I.ve admired quiet a lot of blogs.(Dunno, how many admire mine! But i do:-)). It sometimes, make me feel that I am nowhere, when I peep into some good blogs. So, this creates in me, a sense of inferiority, which I combat to overcome, and come out with with some better stuff in my blog. This has been the best fruit, I've reaped from BLOGGER.COM. Thanks. I think, this would be the case with most bloggers.(I never meant that this creates a sense of hatred within people. That's a completely wrong notion). Blogs really create an AURA of thought sharing. Blogging is no less in uniting people, who think alike.
To be frank, I've never delved deep into my mind to bring out something before my blogger days.
Most important of all, Owning a personal blog (with attractive template platfrom designed by blogger) always brings in a sense of pride & superbia into the self, which kindles further interest into blogging. So blogs have got anything and everything into it. It has got a strong platform for one to shape his/her world.
THIS EVER EXPANDING SPHERE WILL KEEP SHRINKING.
Friday, July 20, 2007
In chains...
Seems like things are fleeing fast,
Life seemingly is hectic,
But it isn't.
A new day with a lively sun comes to life,
Before i could realise the essence,
It's dusk.
Days pass unfelt.
I feel,
I am in chains...
Acclivity is getting aberrant...
Lots of pot holes mid-way,
Still managing to stay alive.
Life seemingly is hectic,
But it isn't.
A new day with a lively sun comes to life,
Before i could realise the essence,
It's dusk.
Days pass unfelt.
I feel,
I am in chains...
Acclivity is getting aberrant...
Lots of pot holes mid-way,
Still managing to stay alive.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
"I love him above all"
Time : 3:00 AM…
She blew out of the water to see her cute Nokia 1108 creating undamped continuous vibrations, signaling a call. Before she could realize that she’s being remembered even during nights, vibrations stopped. “What a nasty dream, thank god, I was disturbed” she realized.
Trrriinnggg. Vibrations restarted. This time she was not going to miss that. Grabbed her cutie with her soft hands asap only to see the white lighted screen informing her “2 missed calls”. “Missed again” she murmured.
Preoccupied with her dreams that, for her satisfaction, got shattered in the middle, she just forgot to realize that her security unlock code was the number equivalent of her, probably, best phrase ‘LOVE U RAVI’, the one that could help her in unraveling the secrets in her mobile. But she was attempting hard to allay the fears that had cropped her up because of that nightmare. “Let me freshen up” she uttered to herself.
“Tick” – on were the lights of a posh and tidy bathroom. With a night-robe embracing the most beautiful torso of hers, she stepped into the bathroom to get her ever-fresh face even fresher. Sprinkled water onto it. Those fortunate droplets that fell on her were even more fortunate, because it was 3 at night, when most water taps remain dormant.
“5 missed calls” mobile screen reminded as she peeped into in again. Typing her most cherished words, did she manage to unlock her cutie. “Hope, this day I wasn’t born. Nope I wasn’t.” she confirmed, while trying to unearth who the caller was/callers were.
Bewildered !!
“No number? But how could that be? Missed call from no number?” This added fuel to fire. She felt queasy. She missed all five calls from that so-called “no number.” She, feeling nervy, waited for her mobile to vibrate once more. She was all set to press the ‘attend’ button. To her misfortune, her vigilance received no reward.
There was a ten-minute unbroken silence. None moved, neither she nor her sweet mobile. Blood of fear streamed all through her body. “No calls yet.” she sickened.
Reclining uneasily, in an easy chair, she fought all odds of her mind to get rid of that dream out of it. It wouldn’t budge. Dreams, generally, are volatile. This wasn’t. To heighten her nervousness, her thoughts were filled by the nightmare as she began to retrospect it.
“A great day so far. I am off for a treat tonight. He has invited me.” with an awesome smile on her face, did she utter these words to her pal over phone. “His pontiac grandprix is going to take me to his place”. Her smiles crossed all limits of beauty. Strolling in the park, she had a great time with her friend over phone. She was all smiles.
It was dusk and the chauffeur knocked at hers. “Yes Peter, I am ready.” Attired with a beautiful Indian Sari, Flamingo pink in colour, she looked bonnier than the bonniest. Her beauty needing more superlatives than those existing in an up-to-date lexicon. “What a cute car, Peter” she was amazed at the Pontiac Grandprix.
Getting into it, she called up the sweetheart, whom she loved above all, to inform that she’s on her way. There was no answer from the other end. Her anxious wait to plant a kiss on her mobile, which would transmit that to his cheeks, wasn’t rewarded. “Peter, He’s home, right?” “Yes madam.” Keeping her 1108 cutie aside, she settled in to love the air that was breezing past her, as the car raced past all beautiful trees. The climate was just right for a romantic candle-light dinner.
As the car raced into the parking lot, she became over-thrilled. Disembarking her beautiful torso out of the automobile beauty, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped into, what she used to call as, palace.
A few seconds passed unspoken….
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9…
Shocker!! “Peter!” she yelled. The chauffeur rushed in. He, too, was taken aback.
The chauffeur, in quick reaction, got near the person, who was lying unconscious, in a position that concealed his identity, on a beautiful and tidy vitrified-tiled floor. The chauffeur made all efforts to overturn. She was shell-shocked, but still looked so beautiful, as always.
TIME: 3:00 AM. She blew out of the water to see her cute Nokia 1108 creating undamped continuous vibrations, signaling a call. Before she could realize that she’s being remembered even during nights, vibrations stopped. “What a nasty dream, thank god, I was disturbed” she realized.
She revered the missed caller, who saved her most covetous person. She thanked him/her and her cute mobile phone, which she always loves, for not revealing the identity of that badly bruised body.
Friday, June 22, 2007
The WAIT - Peak of Anxiety...
An inferno within,
Burning red inside,
Too hot to extinguish.
A restive state unprecedented,
Jittering teeth,
Jerky limbs,
Loosening grip,
All together,
Intensified all through.
Uncertain and indecisive mind,
Tried hard to kibosh,
Signs of self-placation nil,
Limits transcended.
Was that I?
“You”, pal yelled,
Yes. It was I,
Teeth were mine,
Limbs were mine,
Mind was mine.
Tensity was mine.
Sweat galore,
Filling my face.
World infront faded,
Anxiety approaching its zenith,
Five anxious seconds to pass....
5
4
3
2
1…
“Yes. I did it. I did it”
TATA, You did it for me.
My life’s got a LIFE,
My Insanity turned sane,
Dormancy turned Vivid,
Anxiety abated,
Satisfaction limitless,
Though ephemeral.
Life’s got a meaning,
One hundred sixty seventh afternoon,
Seven years into the 21st century,
The day unforgettable…
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