Sunday, March 30, 2003

See me at for the rest of scrap !!!
2nd Chance

When we went out all things were right
and everything was fine
then we broke up and I cried so hard
cause you were no longer mine

You said you needed time and space
so I was like "okay"
I stood around & waited
as we drifted farther away

I thought that we would reunite
but I geuss that you did not
so I got close to giveing up
to let go is what i've been taught

...but then one day you changed your mind
and finally came around
I guess you finally realized
just what you had found (LoL)

I didn't want to start again
I didn't want to cry
to go through another break-up like that
...I think I'd rather die

I finally took my chances
because I knew we'd make it last
and now we are together matter whats in our past

We've gotten through the hard times
and gotten through the pain
we've been dating for a month now
and there's so much in it for me to gain

I'm so glad that we're together
and we made it through the past
I know this time it feels so right
I know we'll make it last!
Eureka !!!
Ever wondered the keys to achieve the success (and by success I mean what you mean success is) in whatever,whenever, wherever you want to (does this sound a bit like Vapurza ? )
I think I just hit the board !!!
Here it is....
Just start saying these fine little words slowly to urself and mean by them what you honestly want to mean by them.
Friendship,Enthusiasm,Faith,Trust,Simplicity,You,We,Honesty,Integrity,Hardwork,Consistency,Tears,Parents,Mother,Mercy, Pity, Peace, Love,Smile,Cheer,God,Worship...

Or goto some Book shoppee, surf some thousand links over search engines,read and ask and talk how,what, when, where and why ?

My Goodness !!! As I write these words I can understand why someone called words as weapons and so lethal to handle them carefully...

Saturday, March 29, 2003

Never you say Good Bye...
Naren Da...
I know they say if you love somebody
You should set them free (so they say)
But it sure is hard to do
Yeah, it sure is hard to do
And I know they say if they don't come back again
Then it's meant to be (so they say)
So Never you say GBye to me
But don't know without you
what's instore this 2003
-Sandy Ronan Keating....

Wednesday, March 26, 2003

Just dropped in to say Hi !

Monday, March 24, 2003

Something meaningful
There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl. This
romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper-cranes as a gift to his girrrlfrend.
Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future
doesn't seemed too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his
girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back.

She also told him that she couldn’t visualize any future for the both of
them, so let's go their own ways there and then ...Heartbroken (tadap tadap ke Is dil me... ), the guy
agreed. But when he regains his confidence, he worked hard day and night,
slogging his body and mind just to make something out of him.

Finally with all these hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set
up his own company. You never fail until you stop trying one rainy day,
while this guy was driving; he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella the
rain walking to some destination.

Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him
long to realize those were his girl's parents. With a heart in getting back
at them, he droved slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his
luxury sedan.

He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same anymore; he had his own
company, car, comfort etc. He made it! Before the guy can realize, the
couple was walking towards a cemetery, and he got out of his car and
followed.... and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as
ever at him from her tombstone... and he saw his paper cranes beside her.

Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you,
for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant
nothing to you Her parents saw him. He asks them why had this happened. They
explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer.

She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be
his obstacle ... therefore she had choose to leave him ...

Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean
they don't love you with all they have She had wanted her parents to put his
paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to
her again he can take some of those back with him ...
Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may
escape but what's in your heart will remain forever

The guy just wept ... The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right
beside them knowing you can't have them


Saturday, March 22, 2003

Whasssup ?
"If what you are doing" is the measure of one's present state of mind, life, and personality, you can guess me by following things I find myself doing often these days.

Music : Late night MGM, Eagles (Tequilla sunrise,The Girl from yesterday,Desperado), and this rather surprising channel called SS music (it is some south Indian music channel like MTV, but bugle out some nice tunes...),
Eatouts : Shreeji's ( Icecream,MacDonald's ),
Movie : No movie in theatre (the last one been Catch Me if.... jammed packed first day second show ) and credit goes to some just_can_not_ignore issues coming on TV these days i.e. Gulf, Mandir and Mandira (the Extraaaaa one)......
The Speaking Tree...
The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read, Beneath the long,
straggly branches of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life with good
reason to frown, For the world was intent on dragging me down. And if that
were'nt enough to ruin my day, A young boy approached me, all tired from
play. He stood right before me with his head tilted down, And said with
great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitful sight, with its petals all worn
down - not enough rain, or too little light, Wanting him to take his dead
flower and go off to play, I faked a smile and then shifted away. But
instead of retreating he sat next to my side, And placed the flower to his
nose and declared with overacted surprise, "It smells pretty and it's
beautifull too. That's why I picked it ; here its's for you!"

The weed before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant of colours, orange, yellow
or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I reached for
the flower and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand, He held it mid-air without
reason or plan. It was then that I noticed for the very first time,That the
weed-toting boy could not see, He was blind. I heard my voice quiver, tears
shone like the sun, As I thanked himfor picking the very best one. "You're
welcome" he smiled and then ran off to play, I sat there and wondered how he
managed to see, A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know about my self-indulged plight? Perhaps from his heart he'd
been blessed with true sight. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I
could see, The problem was not with the world: the problem was me. And for
all of those time I myself had been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in
life, and appreciate very second that's mine. And then I held that wilted
flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose. And
iI smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand, About to
change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Sunday, March 16, 2003

My first car
Hi Dear,
Here I am again...

Above two lines are my starting signature from what one can see in my Daily Diary that I pen down weekly now nowadays (Ah..Aa what figure of speech this is? )
Perhaps, since I have started seeing my blog, I have started missing dates with dear diary (Guess this FOS now ? Have you ever seen Romantic personification like this before).
Sometimes while writing down my thoughts I feel such a high level of energy and joy. And sometimes even there is so much over-confidence about myself that I think had I not been writing programs probably cud've easily given those William Wordsworths and R. Frosts a run of yard or two for their money. Thats when my otherself has to come in the picture and calm me down (Probably this speaks of me having a dual personality to some extent, but that's just a lateral thinking).
BTW why the hell I am writing this dangerous word "I" so often these days that will make Norman Lewis feel short of all possible combinations and derivations of "ego".I know (again I :-O ) OK lets try like this, someone has rightly said that its better to know one's limitations, but isn't it even better to know one's potential rather? isn't it good to know where you can be after been known where you stand actually.
Anyways,again.have to improve on this going wayward from the topic in hand.See!!! the title wud make no sense to what you have read so far... I remember once there was an essay competition and the subject was "Mahatma Gandhi", and to my wonder than anyone else I won it amongst couple of hundred other better writers. Afterwards during formal acknowledging I asked the judge why me? even when I had not written anything significant (infact nothing) about Father of the Nation ? he later said he read only the last line in the essay which coincidently was about 'Bapu', (for a record it was "Jab apni hi dhun me aa kar tu jailo ka mehmaan ban gaya,Mutthi bhar haddi ka dhancha ek bada tufaan ban gaya..." wah wah, taaliya !!! ).
I do not dream often,but I think.
So what? we all think.But does all of us think laterally?. So after almost conquering the "mediocre" goals in the life (again why do we use such heavy words like life,world,God so often ?) so far, I turned towards next campaign. I always thought and knew that I will be having my own car one day.My decision about buying a car was possibly forced by some factors though.As we know Pune is famous for being notorious for more than a reason.Famous and notorious same time because of some P's that are attached with the Pune.Pune was once famous as Pensioner's Paradise, but is now known as the hell for the people crawling. Then if Pu. La has brought some accolades to the town then Pune is also notorious for being the one of the if not most Polluted cities.Yup, it was because of this pollution that I decided to buy a nice little car.I bought it yesterday and it is real nice little and spacious.And let me tell you, that I am now completely happy having gotten rid of the noise and pollution on the road while riding on a bike.there is also one thing unique about it, it is of latest design and a limited edition, and can accomodate only a single person.But the best deal is I won't have to leave away my Blue angel Pulsar.There are no wheels to it and, and hold have to wear it on head.
Yup ! it is my new helmet.and it will be for the time sake a placeholder for my first car.
Congrats to me for this marriage of convenience.

So I finally..
I got my first real four wheeler,
bought it at 8 hundred and 50.
Ride it till my petrol consumed,
Me and some guys from the office wanted to go to a movie,
But Rishi left and SK is abroad.
shud 've known there's jam on the road.
But when I look back now
from the rear glass of my bike,
that traffic police seem to chase me.
And if I had a chance,
Always wanna be free.
Coz' I am back in summer of 2003 ;-)
These are sure the Best days of life !!!!

Saturday, March 15, 2003

Going thru to see where our stock stand, I was just wondering how much stock I might have accumulated in my account of "Bank of God".
I had decided long long ago not to ask Him for anything in return after my daily prayers.And me being amongst the Believers (definitely not a convert though) thus must have created a Great pile of all those goodies in my Heavenly account so far. But the fact is He owes me absolutely nothing.

Because whenever :

I asked for strength and
God gave me difficulties to make me strong

I asked for wisdom and
God gave me problems to solve

I asked for prosperity and
God gave me brawn and brain to work

I asked for courage and
God gave me dangers to overcome

I asked for love and
God gave me troubled people to help

I asked for favours and
God gave me opportunities

I received nothing I wanted
I received everything I needed

My prayer has been answered
Change is the only constant thing in life. What is considered
to be good at one time, becomes a vice at other time. e.g.
travel to overseas was hated and people were boycott for it
(Recall how Mahatma Gandhi had to fight with his father for
going to England). Thus customes once considered to be good, do
not remain so-good later. Tennyson considers God is playing
with people and telling them how they were wrong earlier.

Poetry is the spontaneous process of the overflow of
powerful feelings : It takes origin from emotions,
recollected from tranquility.
- William Wordsworth
I got this text mail today, just forwarding...
A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the men on
it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two survivors, not
knowing what else to do, agreed that they had no other recourse but to pray
to God. However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to
divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the island.
The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first man
saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able to eat its
fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.

After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a wife.
The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor was a woman
who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the island, there was

Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next like
magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second man still had
nothing. Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife
would leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side
of the island.

The first man boarded the ship with his wife and decided to leave the second
man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy to receive God's
blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered. As the ship was
about to leave, the first man heard a voice from heaven booming, "Why are
you leaving your companion on the island?"

"My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them," the
first man answered. "His prayers were all unanswered and so he does not
deserve anything."

"You are mistaken!" the voice rebuked him. "He had only one prayer, which I
answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of my blessings."
"Tell me," the first man asked the voice, "What did he pray for that I
should owe him anything?"

"He prayed that all your prayers be answered."

For all we know, our blessings are not the fruits of our prayers alone, but
those of another praying for us.

My prayer for you today is that all your prayers are answered.

Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Of that time...

Towards the roaring surf, our minds do drift,
The waves of the sea give our sprits a lift,
Above the world and beyond the sky, into the mystery of the ever-lsting
We drift so far beyond this world the pains and gains seem an empty twirl
And far, far beyond the deepest reaches of our minds,
In the deep recess of time, looking for the truth, the honest mankind…
The hours fly, days go by, But nothing matters just you and I...
Free from the demands of the everyday, Safe in the harbor of our minds bay
We take this peace as it lay, a piece of our heaven a piece of our day

We go on like this hand in hand, towards the roaring surf the moist sand…
Not bound by money, not bound by time, just bound by love and a serene mind
The smile for long has not left my lips, my tears seem to have gone amiss
The pain and fear that I carried before, they are all lost along the shore…
The words unsaid can be so kind for we know now what’s on our mind.
Forever I hope our love does last, like flowing water we’d never be apart
But if so comes my day, when I on my death bed lay…
This would be the memory that lasts, this would be my golden past…

Sunday, March 09, 2003

Funny Incident
Rishikesh is such a quick witted guy and equally prompt at making excuses.Take a look.
1. I remember during our training session after we had freshly joined in once he came late in the hall.The man incharge there (I knew him as the project manager afterwards) said "Man, you are late, its 10 past 10", Rishi says "I was struck in traffic", the man again asks "is that an excuse ??", now Rishi says "no, its fact...", the man just smiles and shows him the seat.
2. During a status meeting of our project in the company conference room after exchanging a few pleasantries the manager stopped and stared at Rishikesh. (Imagine the General inspecting the Guard of Honour in a military camp after a march past ceremony halts at Rishikesh ) and asks "So man, what is the status of our project, is it on track ? " Rishi promptly says "Yes ! Right on track !" (Imagine him as hammering a right leg and saluting him promptly as he answers), then whispering silently to the fellow cadet "but in negative direction..."
Every time I goto Balgandharv audi. I wonder what does "Natyam Bhinna Rucharjanesya bahudhapyekam samaaradhanam..." mean ???
Just read on JR's blog "When you cannot make up your mind which of two evenly balanced courses of action you should take - choose the bolder." :
That somehow brought me to my Kishmish theory...

There goes a wise saying....
"Never miss a kiss to every Miss in the party..."
- Sandy...
If one follows this, will achieve the most because:
KISS as you know stands for "Keep It Simple Stupid", which unfortunately we can never keep, coz' most of us are as straight and simple as a jalebi...
MISS stands for a Milestone In Street to Success.
Thus to reach to the station of success you can never afford to bypass the stop of simplicity.
I wonder what the button at left bottom my screen would be called if had not been labeled as "Start" !!!

Hi there !
Here I am, again !!!
Want to compile few phrases today ( and this I will fight for a patent as it shall eventually go into the S/W Engg. curriculum ).
1. There is no personal life for a Software Engineer.
2. There shall be efforts and resources allocated for log writing in the project plan.
3. Add few more pipes in your "Parallel processing" (read in double quotes + Bold + Italic ) so that the time thus saved can be used to add few more pipes.Theoretically thus you have infinite time to accomodate any last minute spec changes, new features etc. into your projects.
So, this was Sandy (the pro) speaking from other side of the table typically in the status meeting of the project.But ask me and I can just wonder "why the hell are there only 24 hours in a Day".Why do we have to break down (deservedly though) every 10-12 hrs and goto bed again for same time.I always wonder at this greatest defect in The God's design of human program.Why didn't He then thought of this serious issue that may come at the customers site (i.e. life on the Earth) that his program hangs every 10 hrs for almost same amount of time thus reducing the thouroughput by half. Thus after taking a note of this problem, I have come with above probable solutions.Do you find more ???
It does not necessarily mean that I am on the slippage right now.Its just that, I think, I have too many things todo on my list and I have very little time to do.Though it may sound "Wow !!! finally Sandy has found his way" but I had been contemplating on few things that I know I shall take up parallely some day.Like for instance reading, writing (it was always there since last decade, come and I shall show you the heap of diaries and notes and poems that I wrote many of them though as raw as a kid's freeform drawing or as finished as an artist's rendering ), cooking (of late I want go beyond a cup of bournvita and atleast some venturing into Venky's or Maggi's instant stuff..)
Want to make another statement today... "So Start (doing things). Lets try as much as possible and pursue the instincts and be there where we always want to be !"

Saturday, March 08, 2003

Don't ponder...

How many steps will it take to walk a mile?
How many seconds will it take to wait a while?
How many battles do we need for us to win?
How many Gods do we need to forgive our sins?

How many times must a man betray his faith?
How many times can a man control his hate?
When do we say that justice isn't fair??
How can we endure the burden that we bear?

Where is the youth who will dare?
Where can we find the people who really care?
Where can we find the road to success?
Is it in the north, south, east, or west?

How can I forgive others?
When they killed my peers?
Can you give help to those people in need?
After they have dropped you and you bleed?

Who are the people you can trust?
In this world, to fight is a must.
The world will continue to evolve,
Until those questions have been solved.

Where can I find true love?
That God had gave from above?
How many struggles do we need to make it through?
When do we say that a statement is false or true?

Sunday, March 02, 2003

Feeling very apt to pick this up from PS's log....
>>Yikes!! I feel like telling myself loong time no see
>>Kya kare, I was(am still) buried under a "list of things to do" for the past few months(weeks)(??)
>>Anywayz I promise myself to keep in touch with this blog :)
>>[Currently MLTR is occupying the first (coveted (?)) spot in my music fav list
>>Blue Night is fabulous.]
Currently though I am giving ear to Shania Twain's 3G (Gonna Getcha Good !!) and Las Ketchup (Bryan Adams is for forever).Besides, riding on my Blue Angel (Blue Pulsar ; Definitely... fame :-) been latest passion especially last night's celebs were on the peak ; screamming Lagaan and Sachinnn all thru the Pune streets joining in with few thousand more riders was an utterly enthralling experience...