tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-308247112011-10-19T17:01:39.799+06:00"Make me immortal in that realm where all longings and desires disappear..."Amforkedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05049482151537755623noreply@blogger.comBlogger1311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30824711.post-37970016821681166712011-10-19T17:01:00.000+06:002011-10-19T17:01:39.811+06:00

For a few days now I haven’t missed the sunrise. I guess there are times when the night just fades into the bright morning not otherwise. Perhaps if that would be for all where all our deepest agonies and sorrows fade into joy. At times they do I guess, its just that that you don’t know when. What surprise’s me since my last article is the things around us. Despite the understanding of the noble

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Wonderful it is the mind, one of the most intriguing components of the human body. Perhaps there’s a lil less explanation of how it works yet this is what controls and directs it all. Like the dark matter which remains a secret that occupies most of the universe. Interesting it is to see how it works, fundamental outcome being a thought. Thoughts that have been a reason of my fascination. A new

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Its been hours now so discrete and separate, probably coupling to make it days which I have stopped counting, which i have spent in staring at the walls and mirrors everywhere I go. Waiting for a digital response, perhaps.Some noise from deep silence; perhaps. Sometimes in our span the silence takes us into her arms like a mother and at times like your beloved you possibly can be with forever.

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Like every morning, this one is a great one. Tomorrow's sun will bring great excitement as love is in the air. From Newspapers, fm's, tv channels to the archies and roadside rose hawkers everyone excited about the coming day! So am I :) This guy a close friend, i have known for 6 years now, as I walk tells me a story of the one far away. I dont know much. But... somehow... i am trapped into the

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Its been a real long time since I have settled down to write something. In fact over these months the pace of time has become so fast and the experiences so wide that, when i start writing one the next experience is in the process of happening and circumstances demand me to focus my attention on the experience rather than jot it down. This afternoon is a little different.  The status indicates

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At the outset of another year to come and the curent year to be pushed back into the notes of history, the moments that have made it all, kind of keep me occoupied for a while. Somethings start making sense and drag me away from the so called real world filled with human beings, and for others they kind of drag me in scaring me away from bitter silence... Am amused... amazed and made silent over

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Been a long time i guess i have had a chance to pass by the silent lake in the hearts of powai which further adds to the grace of the areas surrounding it. Unlike those turbulent waves of the sea which roar at periodic intervals, silence governs the water here. Its been here for years now I guess, the lake. Sometimes drying up in the summer and filling back in the rain with fresh water. The big

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Its been a while since i have had the advantage to pen up any of those random thoughts which occupy most of my time. Ahh not so great a reason behind it i guess its a form of laziness ;P or could be that i have gotten into the habit of sharing it instantly with my element on the other side. Dont know... Approximately an year ago from now I had been to this place close to north india. They call

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A million seconds have passed by and the seconds keep ticking with a few of your thoughts staying constant; relative to the movement of the ticker on thy hand. I can’t but let these thoughts leave me. May be I don’t want them to go... Luckily the Barbie at the other side of the window pane did look at you. Something made the Barbie look at you. Probably the long constant stare as you ate the

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I must have been born to you at least three years ago. From that point in time i have been exposed to all those times you have been through, sometimes longing for some freedom and at other times cherishing the care you took of me. I was born to a world full of dark long strings; i rarely knew i was just one among them. I never had those beautiful lips or the palms you do. I was just a long thin

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"That’s the seat belt and you need to plug it this way. This is the emergency window. It will take us 2 hours. Is this your first flight" - the guy kept on asking me. I have no idea how he inferred it though. Every time, she wishes me luck to find a beautiful female beside me in all journeys I undertake and i internally pray and wish if it were her. Surprisingly this time it continued to happen

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Every morning its usually her call that wakes me up. The first thing I do is look around for her for she knows exactly what i am seeking for. She understands me so well even if its so difficult for me to articulate what i think in speech :) .. hee hee interesting but that’s a fact. I was born just 2 years ago hence there’s a little bit of problem in communication :) .. Guess will learn it in time

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Why are you so silent? Did your day go well in office? What’s wrong?Nothing much, you know what am just calm now. Have never felt the wind so cold and heavy. Have never seen the moon so close. Have never been so silent. Have never had these questions. What is this all after all? She thinks I am a reason for all that’s happening. I have to hide myself in my own home. She understands me so well yet

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This time its not a beach nor the dawn nor my sleep :) surprisingly am floating still in the middle of the lake in a paddling boat, my legs reluctant to move and my mind tired enough to speak to the other person sitting beside. That must have been irritating but how could i help when this mind in engaged in something else, suspended like that pendulum experiencing zero gravity. A few things a

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Its amazing to gaze around at the sky in the early hours of dawn when you see both the moon and the emerging sun. The darkness and light co-exist. A promising new morning! This is one such winter morning with time amidst the crossroads of past and the future. The darkness and the future. But I wonder how simple is it for HIM, for its defined in a way to move in a cycle. The night doesn’t have to

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The clock is past 3AM morning and the trend of thoughts occupying this mind are still not in a good mood of leaving it. Forbidding the eyes to close down. Unlike usual times when you could possibly focus on a singular topic, this mind is occupied with disparate ones, probably germinating from a single cause.Who knows? Time it is, stretched upon the timeline clubbed with events, some chosen for

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2 years ago this time my feet were in the chilling waters of The Ganga. They say the experience you get there can never be expressed nor translated into words. Even if you did, you would reach an accuracy level lesser than 100! Ice melts from the Himalayas and this purest from of water runs through the mountains .. as cold as they are when it touches your feet, your mind goes so blank. Perhaps

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"I have been trying a lot to make it up to have a conversation with you!"That would make no sense for you dear, for your ears cant hear me. You are on the other side of the large glass window, jaded with all the precious ornaments and the illumination that might rarely let anyone go without looking at you. Am probably one from the crowd again.Well, it was never my conscious choice to come accross

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A large lonely 3 storey building , with 7 people on the 3rd floor towards the extreme corner, 22 cubicles with a few filled! that's where i make my bread and butter :) The rest of the place is unoccupied... It used to be a large office once, belonged to one of the largest telecom provider. A place, where you could rarely hear the sound of the pin drop for that was masked by the noisy crowd

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Times are those when we impose and then at moments we are imposed upon. My story… Your story… Our story… keeps on building as we live each day. Sometimes we become part of the stories of people around, without any defined role though. Something similar to that of being a guest actor for a while. I have had the advantage of being one. And this movie would probably end in the next 18 hours with my

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In the words of Albert “Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light.”Every other day you get up, think of something, come across something, you probably recite "I wish i had been through this"...There's a time when you have got nothing at hand .. simply nothing .. none to share your ideas, none

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Weird topic, a funny one making a little sense as to what might come in from the author! .. :) .. The way it came into my mind was also amusing. I had no idea it would be so... and that I would be writing this... even if it makes the least sense, for I got to empty this mind to be forked() a little more..For all that I have been writing, some or for that matter most could have been instances

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Small time you find at the most unexcepted instances in the span and things you least expected, do happen! .. ofcourse with minimal relevance with what you might have once thought of! ... From amongst the haywired mix of things, I started off early in the morning, to move away from things. But where do I go without a destination? .. Walked up the road which took me to a rick, whose destination

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Rising with the sunrise, where the rays of the sun hit you straight, before it would have even reached earth, is quite a fascinating experience. For sometime the clouds tend to engage and direct the thoughts towards them. With the increasing altitude, where it all goes blue, above the clouds from where the earth seems so small, small are the buildings, just patches of land with people invisible .

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There’s pin drop silence resembling the silence you find in a graveyard. Piercing this silence is thy name! Someone calls you. As you stand up, there’s a focused light, illuminating your footpath as you move ahead to the stage!Am sure there would have been an instance in your life, you might have stood up alone on the stage, with people looking at you, cheering you up ... you won!Scrap papers,

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Another year comming to an end. This time last year i was still pondering on the thoughts of yours, on the 7th floor on my office building. The new year eve, zero night that was. Trying to explain this mind of mine to take control of things which it can and bribe it to go far away. Certainly i have failed to zero down the intensity. Yet there has been a change..What streams is Avril's "i am with

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What could possibly be more interesting than getting those crude theories you have read, to devise principles and implement things practically and of course taking a look at the stunning outcome. He was no reason for any change yet .. I saw what this guy experimented with and saw the results.. This day i stand in awe of him and his team, amazed at the miracles they do. It took him four months.

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"papa i like that Barbie, can i have that?"...How many of you reading this opposite to my own sex, have done this in days gone by? May not be the Barbie, but similar things, that would have captured your tender imagination then. Perhaps papa brought you that Barbie of yours which might now, is lying in an old cupboard, draped in the clothes you stitched for her.. I have one such!Lovely it is as I

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"For me there has never been a dawn or dusk. I dont have the advantage of having breakfast the way you do. There aint possibly any random reasons for my existence even if i am a lil unaware it. I am the creation of an assimilation of a huge set of brilliant people. Its been a long way .. from the thoughts to sketches on paper, becoming a collection of attributes and methods .. clubbed into

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A not quite obvious co-incidence is the fact of my involvement with niche projects and startups. The strange beginnings is where I tend to find my footsteps quite often. Be it diprs, ckjob, cons... anything ..Comprehension of things at a birds eye has never been a big problem however the mind is heavily taxed when it starts looking into the minute details. Years back when i moved out from my

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The clocks ticking 3 AM. You know it. You are lying down. Asleep. Probably!! At times it blacks out .. sometimes people from distant relationships appear and you start talking .. the actions for tomorrow are probably taking shape.. confessions for some mistakes you have committed .. instances that are in no way close .. alien objects ..DREAMS are they. Your body is relaxed for you have reached

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How often have you found time to sit, relax and look at the other living beings sorrounding you. May be the flight of pigeons or the swarm of ants crawling steadily towards their food. Amazing and wonderful it is. A cow does cry when it is hit, watch close to its eyes. You will find tear stains! Scaling up to the jungle a home for thousands of creatures of different species all together where one

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Faint remembrance of a place I once sat on .. and lost everything that was haunting me. The thoughts of work, pressures of relationships, i had virtually lost everything and for those moments i was relatively free .."...music is food for the soul", someone said on the stage as the pianist played the swan song in the piano concert, followed by some of Mozart pieces. Listening, feeling and

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Amazing it is as you wade the time you have been through pondering at instances that make your span. Quite often you find reasons at a later stage .. so late. Questions are answered but too late. Yet rarely do we get a chance to go through that time. I have been a victim of the same. Since the past 45 days approximately.. havent found a bit of solace to observe things.. Just Looking at it has

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Guys am sorry for the inactive link!... long way back ;)Download conscience.rar Unrar it using Winrar and see for yourself !Would you mind to send in a feedback or a comment if you like that !!

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"I was never the way you see me today. Sight lost in deep contemplation of objects, lips tired to move, so is the state of everything in me. My limbs, yeah a part of me has slowly given up on me. Another morning sun, its not yours, damn its mine. It cant be yours. Someone’s trying to cause me harm. Its you who might be working on a plan to kill me. I can believe none. Not even the food that you

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Ever touched the morning dew, spread over the grass ... its attached to it deeply yet with a natural detachment that can be simply triggered of by a slight gust of wind. Your voice has been mesmerizing .. I see you everywhere .. my eyes look for you in all things.. sweetheart i don’t know if i should say this .. i think you are the reason for my heartbeat.. there’s silence with your thoughts in

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The burgers filled with cheese a bottle of coke suffices my meal, the inglis way! Am quite sure she would be disappointed at my decreasing attraction towards food. I remember our deal dear, will improve on it I promise. This is another hot afternoon at the McDonalds close to VT, with a biz dev head sitting alongside and a colleague sitting diagonally to my position. F*** got to make the numbers

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"In the past 5 days what we have seen is nothing more than ways to get into systems and networks ... find flaws ... ways to hack into them and finally secure them. It’s a system, an OS and they all talk to each other in a protocol, the language. There can be 2 possibilities a mis-configuration or an inherent vulnerability typically one of those overflows which you exploit. I believe systems are

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Thought! Possibly could only cease with your last breath, germinating in random variations may be a trillion times a second! Some so insane, yet quite a few so beautiful and sane not worth letting them go. Wished exploring the nature of mind was that simple... It’s not a Page3 party yet something similar! Amidst the XO's over the swinging deck on the relatively silent sea waves, under the gentle

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Skills that you have honed in the long run and what is admired by people are some of your unique possessions that place you in a different place from the mass. Its a definite experience with each individual for they got to have their own. Having had my piece of fun and experiments with digital media with some pretty cool software, then popularly called Macromedia Flash, time took me far from it.

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Millions of birds fly of thousands of mile to assemble, breed spend time and get back ... that’s chilka; on the eastern Indian belt closely knit to the kalinga coastline. There’s something that binds these all .. an invisible force may be which understands and governs their actions for it knows these creatures need each other... Everyone’s just bound to something .. we are never free and got

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Its all so relative, for i at this moment want seconds to pass faster than the normal pace; yet they dont and i know for sure that a few moments later i would want them to slow down and again they wont. Perhaps i would be with her for a small moment. A blended communication without much interference of words. I am sorrie dear for limiting my words for am a bit selfish to stare and listen to all

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KOL : 4:15 pm: Feb 19 2008There are times when its so near yet its so hard for your eyes to get a clear picture of whatever's passing. Far off things keep moving at a slower pace though.. a bit more clear yet unclear. Like the human thoughts which seem so clear and transperent yet so unclear. Theres this blue curtain hanging naturally unaffected by the natural wind blowing outside. Yet so cold

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Cant say though yet may be this would be a bright morning .. the sun has not come up yet nor do i hear the twittering of any birds! .. Street lights still burning .. stars twinkling with a decreasing intensity... moon all set to set on the western horizon! .. Half past four.I cant stop smiling at my foolish actions .. smiling and dreaming about days to come .. planning to strive and live a bit

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On the green fields theres this tree, with fresh green leaves and a couple of flowers trying to bloom... Theres this long grass all around .. Gentle sun rays trying to escape through the minute slits made by the combination of the gentle breeze and the leaves; hit the earth. In sync ... how good would it be if this stays so still for all times. It might just not! The tree knows it all .. it feels

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Moving on and on and on .. responding to changing environments is nature. 3 hours to go from another brand new of 365 days clubed to form 2008. Interesting huh! Not like the usual scene this sleep isnt close anymore .. engrossed by times that remained so constant. Time when i realised for the first time, that i was praying. Back then there was sunshine, and the shadowed patch below mango trees of

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Sands once wet and sticky start drying up with the hitting cold breeze as you lie down on the beach, trying to nullify thoughts. Strangely there’s no instance where it goes blank. In front of you there’s the blue ocean turning yellowish-reddish with the setting sun rays hitting and an ever decreasing angle. It might be silent and still as you go deep into the sea yet its not at the borders. There

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The sun’s going down on the western horizon looks just as beautiful as you can feel, for it’s the turbulent waters shimmering with the decreasing intensity of sun rays right in front of you. Just another sunset at the Goa beach with unique blend of people all assimilated from all parts of the world. You are just there standing with a tourist bag and a glass of fresh juice and wondering at the

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The pricking sunny afternoon with the warm loo hitting your face, as you walk on the muddy roads of rural India, might just compel you to stand beneath the shades of a large banyan tree on one side of the road. Its not the tiled road of the metros rather crude muddy ones, which would not mind emitting dust particles upon the slightest ghust of wind over it. You arent relieved yet .. for the loo

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I have been living a life .. eating stuff .. thinking .. working .. living in the less relative society working towards something i am still confused off. Its been running the fast lane but i have only started realizing my pace since the past 10 years. Like the runaway train never going back .. Its becoming mundane .. urge to live is decreasing .. for its not the way i have imagined. Its not

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How often have you looked at the sparrow hovering round or may be the cockroach that crawled over you or may be the beautiful birds flying around? Am sure its another mundane thing. Whether its a mouse or an ant or an infinitesimally small creature which fails to attract our senses towards it, these do live. Spend some time trying to decipher the different ways these creatures behave. Their

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You wake up from a tiring sleep and there’s another bright sunny morning. Its fresh; may be a mundane one cuz you got to get back into the schedules or a bright one for the new challenges you are going to face this day ... it all depends on how you see it probably. This wasn’t meant to be a fine one for this being, a close friend and mentor. No one knows what’s out there for you thenext second,

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The sun's going down with the peeping moon on the opposite sky. Inclined at an angle of 75 degrees with reference to the compartment base of the fast moving local train on Sunday evening, with the atmosphere chilling to a decent degree, try closing your eyes. In a closed state you tend to travel relatively faster to your current pace at an exceeding rate in the no-physics zone of your mind.. You

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There’s always a deep relationship that exists with what you see .. how you perceive and how you react to what happens around you. Instances, principles, in fact a lot of factors tend to be the governing principles which direct the growth of a young kid. Its quite interesting how human beings react to a thing. I am no abnormal.Sitting alone long nights @work made some of my colleagues panicky!

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There's a huge piece of land i see right infront of me. Its not barren but filled with huge dispersed building spread accross two sides of the Dehradun's lonely main road leading to Badrinath. Its all green. Back in college Professers had an excellent way of simplifying things to the extent where you start thinking ohhh man isnt it so simple.To start an organisation you need to have a plan,

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Things have started becoming mundane suddenly ... i want to speak out a lot of things .. thoughts not alien but of yours keep me bound and engaged most of the time. Its been a couple of weeks you left .. and the conversations haven't been so frequent .. we got boundaries .. a few days back i was feeling the same thing .. which pulled me back from calling you cuz i sensed that the time we had

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15th August 2007, its 9:30 PM .. i am almost done for the day as usual from my sessions. Its been quite interesting though, they say. But at this point its all coming to an end .. my trainees start getting a bit emotional. So do i. It was a nice time 7 days straight with approximately 8 hrs per day on an average has taken each of us closer to the other one. I sure would miss out the coffee .. tea

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Its hard to remember all occurred instances. I sense memory isn’t finite! I had been very young to realize her tender touch or value her love towards me. She cared for me a lot more than anyone else would. Used to feed me, hug me, dress me up as a gentle kid, carry me in her arms, i was too small and light! Eating food is something that has been a rare interest since. And its more painful when

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"What can i get for you?" - A quite obvious question, to all those close to you whenever you go out. I will be on a trip to a different place and am no different. I tend to work on similar patterns as anyone would for i am also one among you hehehhe. Now that’s quite logical .. but what is not?? Some things have a greater meaning and rest so simple. My colleagues, ask .. well get me some sweets .

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You stand there alone with the projector light hitting your face. There are people sitting right in front of you all listening to whatever you speak. Faults are unacceptable. I am reminded of Rohit, a smart guy, i met a couple of months back, who used to come up to me and ask for an opportunity to deliver a lecture. He never had a reason why he wanted to do so. It was quite hard for me to make

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This day am on to tell them how malwares work behave and of course constructed! "There’s hardly any difference between a good code and a bad one. For instance the format command would certainly wipe out the contents of a drive so would a malicious code. The difference probably lies in the objectives, they way it is initiated, the way a bad code hides itself and infects/propagates! .... People

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That was 6th of August 2007; i suddenly realized how precious time could be! Back at home, in school, college and village.. Life was never so fast. There was plenty of time with so little work. It hasn’t remained the same anymore. I hold a organizer, with my schedules planned for the next 25 days. Now that’s crazy for me though .. since i really cant say whts gonna happen the next moment, yet i

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Its late morning as usual, but its definitely too early for others, 5:45 AM. Its been a tough night ... trying to fullfill a prospective clients requirements to be presented by 7:45 AM. Eyelashes fall in love with each other to such an extent, they dont want to be apart. Fingers are tired, the poor mouse has given up. The network icon is still active and at complete pace leeching data from across

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Some systems are meant to be how they are, with flaws that cannot possibly be repaired. Amongst the whole this infinitesimally small one often feels depressed for it doesnt find a reason for its own existance. Rest stable and well built ones have the advantage of peeking on others moving ahead probably well set to their tunes. Seeing and being-there are definitely two different things ...

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Its the nature, when viewed as a whole which is the sole reason for me writing this. I dont aspire to create a new theory but state my perception of the periodic-pendulum based behaviour seen in every system, and that it tends to span accross the system's timeline. Its quite exciting and interesting to see how systems behave and how deterministic they are, of course the predictions cannot be done

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Theres a strange glare in their eyes as if they have been searching for something so relentlessly for so long a time. "Has he come ... have you come to see us ... "At the dusk of your life you stand at the top of the stiff cliff facing towards the setting sun probably imitating your own span and try to reassess for all those days you have been here, unlike the sun who has to shine each day and

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Clinging to the bars of the fast moving local train with a half of your body outside may not always be fun for everyone. Its 30 minutes before midnight but the life here is as fresh as if its morning. Tiny creatures placed far away right in front of you form nice patterns rather arranged in the form of arcs ... so beautiful .. sparkling heavenly bodies .. The bigger one, moon, the closest is

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Each time i look at these innocent devices over whose shoulders we run huge businesses i feel an immense pleasure. The mere sense of touch increases the adrenalin flow. Be it a firewall, silent humming machines inside the data centers, hubs in small offices or those Proliant servers. Its crazy but true, for me these seem so sexy and their complexity so beautiful.For those reading this, might have

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Your smile has turned to be more of mechanical. The voice resembling the nightangle once isnt that sweet anymore. Yes it was sweet. It took me into trance as i sat down in the 3rd row on an individual desk back at school. Resting my head on the movable desk, all i could was hear your voice delineating all external sounds but yours, remember "aaie desa aaie mati ... " ...Its hard for a man to

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No one is born free. Trying to be scientific for every fact, sometimes leads you to baseless reasons or leaves you spell bound for the reasons of certain things are far beyond our comprehension. Tired of answering to the WHY of praying, i was pushed away from the conventional paths to temple. There used to be this Lord Jagannath temple, back at home. I took her with me, it was 7:30 in the evening

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Someone long back debated and advocated the fact that there can be no relationship between a boy and a girl other than the one which leads to the so called physical attraction. It was SHE though and the moment was one of the most embarrassing ones. I was taken aback and had lost for what i had was nothing more than my imagination of a relationship that extends beyond material, meet and desire.

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Times have become so periodic. Relationships inbound with their responsibilities piling up. It seems as if we are growing fast and at the same time crossing ages becoming old before time. Trying hard to divide our span into miniature fragments assigning these fractions to fulfill duties of relations we are bonded to. You are born into this wonderful world, may be to fulfill your role in the

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"Growth is an evolution not an event" -Biswajit (hehehe .. at least i own one to my credit haaa)Being a trainer with a whole round experience of 7 years, i have had the advantage of meeting a unique blend of people of all categories children, youth, old ... far more mature than me .. yet they have to sit and listen to everything spoken! Well jokes seldom permitted ... non-sense discarded ... and

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"I cant bank on anything .. i have none .. everyone has left we are just tryin to push it further .........."Food isnt that inspiring but a necessaity, imagine chewing and chewing and chewing then swallowing and drinking till the stuff goes into your stomach ... and is grilled further defined by the digestion process! HUH! lots of processing man and so much time. Sometimes i think what if we

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Job takes you different places and you come accross extreme experiences, but with each one you learn and unlearn certain things. This was a summer noon with the sun heating the base with 41 degrees. And me with the team were all out there standing in our helpdesk in front of CHM just on the banks of the famed Ulhasnadi of USA. Well USA is the acronym for Ulhasnagar Sindhi Association, a place so

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"Hello .. how are you? a long time why didnt you call me up ...." she asks me.She is from the few women i have met, who have walked a long way to this day, confidently pursuing their interests inspite of the situational conflicts. I am reminded of those days when we used to exchange and discuss the Freudian, osho theories ... and of course talk about the necessary social changes that has to be

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On reading the comment "Its really nice t read your blogs.PLease continue writing.These blogs are close to my heart...." - read comment; I dont know what to say but speechless would be an understatement, You have left no trace of thy name or contact but, a wave touches me deep within with some telepathic mechanism. The pattern of text with a combination of smaller and taller characters indicate

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Its hard to forget her smile ... she still stands in front of me with her pink garment ... I try to eat but "is she eating?", I try to sleep, close my eyes but the devilish touch she might be trying to protect herself from, shakes me. Like a pendulum i roll right-left-right for long .. sit alone on the bed and cry .. she doesnt leave me .. "Is she sleeping? What would be happening with her?". The

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The constant thing being change i am awed at the changes occurring! IIMA recently announced allocation of funds and resources for budding IIM entrepreneurs. With the rising tendency of Indian economy by an unofficial factor of 13% the young mass have the choice of taking the advantage of emerging sectors like retail .. travel .. tourism .. it service ... infact a lot to mention. These young mass

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Devices all set! after working for a long time .. when you realise your efforts make something out of nothing, its a nice feeling. A set of Netgear adapters, and an Access point gives you the advantage of being free in a limited boundary. Am talkin of the wireless networks. Fire up your windows boxes one with USB wireless adapter and the other with a native PCI one .. pull them on to ad-hoc mode

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Lying between choIce is quite fundamental to all beings. People say we are destined, to certain extent even i do agree on that yet some say you make your own destinies. An individual is crushed between the game of words which make damn inspiring sentences, we call them quotes. A clause/law/aspect/quote for instance is right and wrong both at the same time. Now that isnt DUALITY .. but we can say

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Contradicting self, being envious .. wearing a false mask .. the so called social politics which emerges out of an urge to succeed and your own selfish thought, wherein even your co-mates arent spared. Each day you go into office and you are either trapped into these circumstances or you frame one. Now thats a harsh reality though.Lets say you are amongst a team of 4 wherein each person talks to

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Its been quite a while since i heard her voice. She wants to speak .. tell me a lot of things yet her weakness sets her back. She calls me up .. my mom .. speaks not much .. tries hard to knit words which often makes an abrupt sentence. I dont mind ... but that pains. "we were about to drink tea .. we make four cups instead of 3 .. we dont get mistaken .. we miss you at tea !" she says.Dad chokes

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You stand with naked foot with the dew smeared grass beneath and the decreasing temperature rises up to ur brains, suddenly making you realize your feet being wet. It was night, and usually we have the so called DJ nites wherein the young mass yells and gels! together to the DJ tunes. That was Waves .. 4 waves of thought each one leaving a deep impact. It did take a years time before you could be

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"What have you brought for me?" she said, though it wasn't date, yet that was a valentine day. She was not the so called valentine or anything but one of the close friends, a kid all set to discover the world on her own. Now had turned into a true hyderabadi from a typical oriya. "I wanted to give you something else...." - i said I was getting late but had no options as she was tied to her desk

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"ek pen le lo sahab bus dus rupiya ka hai ... " repeats a young lad far younger than my age. Probably 5/6 years!!! Pushing between legs this kid makes his way through the heavy pillars like us, all compressed into a compartment in the local trains of mumbai. The Pant he wears has grown shorter enough to be called a underwear :( Yet it has 2 pockets all filled with a bunch of rupees notes. The

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Tiring journey to Pune on feet, 4 hours, in the train! all standing ......"Hello everyone,Let me switch of my cell phone before its starts humming! I am sure each one of us holds a cell, knowingly or unknowingly are becoming increasingly dependent on technology. Each one of us has secrets, so do I. Looking back, i have never shared certain secrets with anyone yet i keep that in my inbox or sms

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My legs were seemingly dead! as if the blood flow in my leg had stopped, they seemed cold with the chilling atmosphere of the NEETA volvo from Pune to mumbai. The day was long and tiring, yeah fast too. i talked to her, i had promised to call her if i was ever in Pune. Meeting her was not possible as she stayed at "ON" and me in Shivaji nagar, geographically opposite! The other one was getting

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" they are dumb,they are alone,yet they talk ... its TCP we know,backed by code,listening to a port,now that isn't odd,but i am awed ..to see it flawed. "

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"Liberty: one of imaginations precious possessions" as Ambrose Bierce says, is deeply felt when the dying warrior in Braveheart asks for nothing but freedom, after which, for us mortals this being is DEAD, yet free. You are always directed by someone … you have to be on schedule to complete the task at hand no matter what … yes you make handsome bucks at the end ... at the same time you feel like

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Working at nights has been more fun than ever as you have the silent breeze running in through the open windows in the seventh floor of my office building. All creatures in deep sleep. Now this night was a bit different. Already 12:00 midnight ... no food all shops closed ... stomach says i need something! ... thank god there is this veg biriyani center with dim lights probably waiting for the

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Nice place man! Those small team-tables, as i would term them, each table with an average of 4 chairs all spread nicely forming a criss-cross layout as an aerial view would describe. the sweet fragrance of artificial perfumes passes by, intoxicating you with the inviting stature of the opposite :) Quite hard to resist, at the same time u become a pendulum between the positive and negative

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Routined wave patterns of the iron wheels hitting the rail tracks streams into your ears when u are inside a running train. you close your eyes and there you go out wherever you desire. It blacks out in front of ur eyes. Jumping against gravity and u realise its no more there! Those beautiful of moments when my dad, used to carry me on his shoulders cuz i was tired of walking, flyby. Moms lap

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"Its just 7 notes which is divided into 2 parts, it aint that complex", says Brajen, taps on my shoulders and there in goes a nice tune. The Rs 10/- bamboo pipe with some holes starts emmiting the pleasant music of titanic as he starts blowing in it. Music is all blend in his throat and fingers.... his eyes go deep into and all you can see is his eyelids covering his eyes yet hear what his

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Time is something that some people say is linear in dimension yet no one knows how it started does it have an end or it seems infinite .. or is it too huge a path that is probably a circle :) i am not the right man for an answer but amforked by the moments ... by people so incredible.Its 5:08 PM and as usual this boy comes in with a coffee cup in those hands which should have had pens and notes.

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The adrenalin flow has geared up. Its all hot and tense inside yet the ac is trying hard to chill the atmosphere. My fingers getting cold .... though the sense of shivering is still far away ;)"Hello this is Mr Biswajit your trainer. I hand over the control to him. Have a nice day..." was so nice to hear. Gearing up .. hands started moving right in front of my chest. Head jiggled with the so

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You are not here to do simple things. If things were easy anyone could have done it ... that is what the top level management sometimes tell you and you are awed ;0 quite often. Suddenly theres a client out there with a customised requirement of course gud bucks at disposal but then sometimes looking at the problem makes you rethink about your abilites. They say if you cant make it fake it ....

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Days have past .. infact years .. yet when my eyes-lids cover the dark circle revolving the surface of my eyes, I don't go into a state of TRANS! but it all goes wild ... strange thoughts familiar thoughts, a heterogeneous mixture pushed in and pops out. Yet someone torments me still ... that innocent face like a fabric is spread across all these now so blurred with spots of disaster. Might have

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I cant see it, its all dark yet from those small criss-cross ray patterns formed by the not so dim lights far away, with the huge natural cones (hills) covered with immovable yet alive objects (plants) comes this chilling wind kissing ur face as it moves past by with her gentle touch. Pulls you into your imaginary world where relativity isnt there ... the laws break .. u govern it ... she is also

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