I want to move on...

some scribbles...

From where I started to where I am today
The journey has been long & tiring
from nothing to some thing I am today
It’s not been an easy journey.

Tried with luck; Tried with hard work
Tried with destiny too
But nothing worked for me.
It’s not been an easy journey.

Found love but lost love too
Found friends but lost them too
Found money, even lost that one too
But the journey continued

Today I stand facing the world
It’s beckoning me to start all over again
I miss no more all bygones
For I know I could start the journey again

I called up Lady Luck to join me again
In the journey of life that never concludes
Loser!! She called me
The lesson of journey never concludes.

I want to move on...
Even without my friends & money
As life moves on; I move on with it
To a journey that never concludes

Walking alone on this path
With guts and determination
I want to continue the journey again
A journey where people would remember me
As the man who won million hearts

Adding Nikhil's blog link on the side bar...

For COEPians: Check this out

MS, the Seventh Wonder

He did it again, with Hungarian Grand Prix win (7th in a row) became the world champion again...


Marcus was a great F1 fan and a very good person. So as all good men end up, he went to heaven when he died. He was met at the gates by St. Peter. St. Peter knew that Marcus was a great F1 fan and told him "Here you will be able to see all the great F1 drivers over the years racing against each other in the great tracks of heaven". He was amazed at what he saw. He could enjoy the likes of Ascari, Fangio et al racing against Villeneuve, Senna and others. Watching F1 drivers from different generations racing against each other thrilled Maurice's heart. One day he came upon a track where a lone Ferrari was pounding lap after lap at amazing speed. When he looked closely the driver resembled Schumacher. Maurice was angry and greatly disturbed by what he saw and went to St. Peter with his problem. St. Peter refused to answer him but Maurice kept insisting. Finally St. Peter told me "Whatever I say should not be repeated. The person you saw racing in that Ferrari was GOD. He thinks he is Michael Schumacher".

Two things!

Badly in need of two things:

1. A helmet that has wiper over it's flap.
2. A rover (the one like they used on Mars) that can cruise me over potholes to office and back home.

On the way saw two rivers that meets near Sangam bridge been flooded; Two concerns:

1. All the water (a rare entity at other places in the country, otherwise) is flowing down, a waste.
2. The water looks muddy, meaning it is taking away all the what-so-ever remaining fertile soil along.

Interesting

• MS launches XP SP2

And with it comes a new set of user experience...
Yeh "UI" nahi Aasan,
Ek usercontrol ka dariyaan hain!
Aur inhe use karke custom controls develop karna hain!

• How do you access your 93.9 FM

How much does your Radio Mirchi cost?
Actually it is very subjective... if it is in a pencil radio it may cost from Rs. 50 to Rs. 15 Lakhs if it is in your brand new four wheeler. i have a Radio Mirchi set at home that costs around Rs. 25 K, its just that they call it a Sony DVD player...

• Adding here some more regatta photos...
• Seems blogger has improved since i last logged in...

And the Rainmaster takes a break this weekend.

Chokers, no more! err... once more

And me thanks Saurav ki sena for saving my precious time in future... with their precarious showing, Team India atleast better ensured that...

Well! Yet another weekend is approaching and me feels free as a bird yet again… though with more than a reason to freak out this time around… with sheer joy of making it yet another GOLD in the bag (if things goes well over the weekend)
(And it’s not that elusive medallion a person out of more than billion is hoping for, it’s the CD that gets burnt when they say “Seems like everything is working fine!”)

Only a s/w product dev. can understand the feeling of striking this GOLD (in terms of number of licenses of a product are sold for his/her brain child ideas!!!)

Then this is long term pending change of address (and it would be 13th in last 8 years) i shall accomplish... And as they say “you have to move on”, I have heard this more often from my different landlords every time he comes after 11 months flat contract is over…

Then can get back to finish the remaining four books that I am reading at the moment... currently on screen (not in hand) being this one

Three Cheers for Three Years!!! 

Me completes three years of professional life today!!!

COEP Regatta... 

A nice read-up for those counting the MS days.

And some more MS quotes...

"If you can't make it good, make it LOOK good" --Bill Gates

Windows 95...the best £59 Solitaire game you can buy

Activate your own virus... type "WIN" at the prompt

Windows is not a virus. Viruses do something!

Rains Rains everywhere...

...not a day to go out on vacation :-(

Its raining Tom and Jerry...

Sports weekend...

Me watched non-stop Sports on TV this weekend, privileged by unstoppable Monsoon that touched the city and raring to go full-throttle.

Some good news some bad news for Engish fans. While English cricket team riding on a high tides of success sweeping it clean and tidy, soccer team yet another time found itself standing in front of a wall, failing to open a European account on high note (For French fans it was a wait worth till the end...).

And like in cricket the match is not over till the last ball is bowled, it should be learnt now it is not over till injury time. Some Zs observation Zinedine Zidane turning the match, Becks going down from Hero to Zero, while fellow club-mate Barthez, becoming hero from zero. One more observation all three from same club, shaven headed...

Schumi... does it again. And going by saturday's qualifiers brother taking P1, it was pretty clear Ralf was in with a chance this time (to see the chequered flag after Michael, does it really matter for MS where he starts from?)

Amazing Foreign Language

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg
THE PAOMNNEHAL PWEOR OF THE HMUAN MNID Aoccdrnig
to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr
the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and
lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.

The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef,
but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh?

Rgadres
Snadip

QLC revisited...

This is in response to my newly found online friend Chirayu's post last week (26th May'04) !

"I'm waiting for a call. I feel liking giving myself a kick on my backside."

Very honest thoughts Chirayu! straight from the heart ;-) and very timely.
First some heavy diet, with all due respect to quotes from Bhagvad Geeta:

Similar query was put long long time back by Partha to Keshava:

arjuna uvaca
jyayasi cet karmanas te
mata buddhir janardana
tat kim karmani ghore mam
niyojayasi keshava

meaning: "Arjuna said: O Janardana, O Keshava, why do You want to engage me in this ghastly warfare, if You think that intelligence is better than fruitive work?"

To this Krishna replies:

loke ’smin dvi-vidha nistha
pura prokta mayanagha
jnana-yogena sankhyanam
karma-yogena yoginam

meaning: "O sinless Arjuna, I have already explained that there are two classes of men who try to realize the self. Some are inclined to understand it by empirical, philosophical speculation, and others by devotional service.
"

he further explained:

na hi kascit ksanam api
jatu tisthaty akarma-krt
karyate hy avasah karma
sarvah prakriti-jair gunaih

meaning: "Everyone is forced to act helplessly according to the qualities he has acquired from the modes of material nature; therefore no one can refrain from doing something, not even for a moment."

This is some nice shloka ahead in the Geeta:

tattva-vit tu maha-baho
guna-karma-vibhagayoh
guna gunesu vartanta
iti matva na sajjate

Meaning : "One who is in knowledge of the Absolute Truth, O mighty-armed, does not engage himself in the senses and sense gratification, knowing well the differences between work in devotion and work for fruitive results."

Now some desserts...

i am no expert at it but let me advice here: "seems like you are on the same path as many of us (including me!) feels at this stage of our life. One of my friend had very beutifully described this thing sometime back as "quarter life crisis". Ever heard of it? So it is very obvious. Also as me too not married yet, i can not pass a judgement as really marriage would stabilize the things for you ;-) ? (if indeed it does, let me know ;-) too, because i am also too scared to ruin my life for something never tried... )

But yes, someone had told me "to do whatever you are doing right now with full vigour and dedication, do whatever you are entitled to do. But how would you know what is right and wrong you should be doing, but that does not mean you should keep hopping from place to place in search of something even better, keep on switching things like that. Life is not after all a television set whose remote is in your hand... you are bored and you switch the channel (sometime you just keep switching the channels not sure what you want to watch)..."

OK enough is that babbling...

But at least isn't it good to think about all these things and again getting back to work after convincing the evil in our empty mind that there is no better option or even if it is, it is after you successfully accomplish the job in hand?

That rediscovers to me my favorite song "Live and let die..."

Win-some Lose-some

General Elections... and win-loss in general

Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all time thing. You don't win once in a while, you don't do things right once in a while, you do them right all the time. Winning is habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.
-Vince Lombardi

The great 2004 war is just over and here cometh the Judgement Day!

First most praise to EC for migrating from good old plain vanilla (without hot chocolate) election infrastructure to multi phased electronic EVMs all over...

...And results are just coming out; and all would know for once if it is really shining or whining?

...some, for sure would know how 'being on top' is near to 'being toppled'; Andhra babu Naidu been already done in by Reddy... Another great lessons for the political greenhorns::economy can boom without agronomy but not the election prospects...

-Wanted-
A teacher for five years 13 months and 13 days old family head to teach "how to remain on top?"

Our man needs to take a cue from Mr. "penta man" Schumacher

aur jaate-jaate...

Sardar (to another): "Oye! we are at 13th floor, we can not jump out of this window"
Another Sardar : "Khote! don't be superstitious, its fire inside, just jump"

You think I give myself to you? Not so my friend you do not see My single purpose and intent- To make you give ...

An Unusual Story

The 479-word story consists only of words beginning with a 'W' and only 17
of those words are hyphenated compounds.

'Warm weather, Walter! Welcome warm weather! We were wishing winter would
wane, weren't we?'

'We were well wearied with waiting,' whispered Waiter wearily. Wan,white,
woe-begone was Walter; wayward, willful, worn with weakness, wasted, waxing
weaker whenever winter's wild, withering winds were wailing. Wholly without
waywardness was Winifred, Walter's wise, womanly watcher, who, with winsome,
wooing way, was well-beloved.

'We won't wait, Walter; while weather's warm we'll wander where woodlands
wave, won't we?'

Walter's wanton wretchedness wholly waned. 'Why, Winnie, we'll walk where we
went when we were with Willie; we'll weave wildflower wreaths, watch woodmen
working; woodlice, worms wriggling; windmills whirling; watermills wheeling;
we will win wild whortleberries, witness wheat winnowed.'

Wisbeach woods were wild with wildflowers; warm, westerly winds whispered
where willows were waving; wood-pigeons, wrens, woodpeckers were warbling
wild woodnotes. Where Wisbeach water-mill's waters, which were wholly
waveless, widened, were waterlilies, waxen white. Winifred wove wreaths with
woodbine, whitehorn, wallflowers; whilst Walter whittled wooden wedges with
willow wands.

Wholly without warning, wild wet winds woke within Wisbeach woods, whistling
where Winifred wandered with Walter; weeping willows were wailing weirdly;
waging war with wind-tossed waters. Winifred's wary watchfulness waked.

'Walter, we won't wait.'

'Which way, Winnie?'

Winifred wavered. 'Why, where were we wandering? Wisbeach woods widen
whichever way we walk. Where's Wisbeach white wicket, where's Winston's
water-mill?'

WistfuIly, Walter witnessed Winifred's wonder. 'Winnie, Winnie, we were
wrong, wholly wrong; wandering within wild ways. Wayfaring weather-beaten
waifs, well-nigh worn-out.'

Winifred waited where, within wattled woodwork walls, wagons, wheelbarrows,
wains were waiting, weighty with withered wood. Walter, warmly wrapped with
Winifred's well-worn wadded waterproof, was wailing woefully, wholly
wearied. Winnie, who, worn with watching, well-nigh weeping, was wistfully,
wakefully waiting Willie's well-known whistle, wholly wished Walter's
well-being warranted.

With well-timed wisdom, Walter was wound with wide,worsted wrappers, which
wonderfully well withstood winter's withering, whistling winds. Wholly
without warm wrappers was Winifred, who, with womanly wisdom, was watching
Walter's welfare, warding Walter's weakness.

'When will Willie wend where we wait?' wearily wondered Walter.

'Whist, Walter,' whispered Winnie, 'who was whooping?'

'Whereabouts?'

Welcome whistling was waking Wisbeach woods when winter's windy warfare
waxed weaker.

'Winnie! Walter!'

Winifred's wakefulness was well-grounded. 'We're well, Willie; we're where
Winston's wagons wait.' Without waiting, Willie was within Winston's
woodwork walls.

'Welcome, welcome, Willie.' Winnie was weeping with weariness with watching
Walter, weak with wayfaring.

'Why Winnie! Wise, watchful, warm-hearted Winnie,' Willie whispered
wheedlingly. 'We won't weep; Walter's well. What was Walter without Winnie?'

Wholly wonderful was Winifred's well-timed womanly wisdom, which well
warranted weakly Walter's welfare. Whenever wandering within Wisbeach woods
with Winnie, Walter would whisper, 'What was Walter without Winnie? Wise,
watchful, warm-hearted Winnie!'

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