I Have The Moon, You Have The Internet

[Note 1: This little piece was inspired by the title of a track by an artist called The Field]

[Note 2: I am no poet and my knowledge of poetry is almost zilch. Do forgive me if I have crossed the line by even calling what I have to present as poetry. But then again, someone told me about there being something called poetic license...]

[Note 3: Just because this piece has anything to do with the net, I hope it is not viewed as 'not classical' enough to be worth writing poetry about]


On this Field of light, the city sleeps, the damned cold wind blows

It soothes the skin, but cuts and burns, through that wretched soul

The cigarette butt is thrown, and now there’s nothing, nothing left to fret

So it’s back downstairs, down to hell, back to that internet


Like a rising star, his dreams took’en flight, bright to burn the sun

No time for compromise, for idle delights, or petty things called fun

But soon the evil that, had got the better, Those creeping little things

That stray through dark, dark alleys, and other living beings


Then one day, he met a man, staring up the sky was he

“The stars are free, don’t you see. Like them must we be!”

And so that little glow, that once shone through, for a moment lit,

With that bright starlight, ‘twas God’s greatest gift, Oh! But until


And so he swore, never before, was he so aghast

That the stately robe, that he used to whore, was but an ill fit mask

He threw them away, only to be, filled with an unknown dread

So he ran, back he went, back to his internet


That mad man laughed, till tear’d his eyes, for he knew that God could see

That man’s greatest boon, wasted too soon, would never set one free

And so he sang, long in the night, until the break of dawn

“Oh you fool, I have the moon, but the net has killed your song”


Image courtesy: http://static.open.salon.com/files/moon1230534473.jpg

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In Praise of Idleness


Bertrand Russell in his eponymous essay "In Praise Of Idleness" provided all of us slackers a quote to justify ourselves by. But of course he meant something deeper than what the title misleadingly suggests...


In the essay he delved into what modern society is creating around it. He argues that machines were created to ease our burden and reduce our workload and not increase it, as was happening in the early 20th century. He also stated that "Idleness" was a necessary period of a person's day where he/she could reflect on their actions and take the time of better themselves, be it through meditation, introspection or even the development of arts, crafts and other hobbies. He quite correctly pointed out that the industrial revolution was destroying all that the machines were (theoretically) supposed to aid us in pursuing by taking our load of mundane activities.

.... and this was the trend seen till the 21st century. With industrial production increasing the world over, the number of hours worked per individual was on the rise. As the humungous boilers, furnaces and power plants could not be stopped once they are started they needed people to manage them 24/7.


But then something happened - The rise of the IT Professional. With the ability to have flexible working hours and even the joy of working from home, the IT world is an entirely different reality from that of the industrial age. With companies like Google encouraging their employees to have a minimum of 10% of their time working to spend on pet projects (or even just laze around and wait for inspiration to strike!) Bertrand Russel's Ide(a)l(e) world has started to take shape. Sure there are IT professional who are overworked, but companies are beginning to realize that employees are most productive when they are happy and happy when they can be 'Idle'.... if at least for a while....

Maybe technology and capitalism IS the answer to everything. It is truly a blessing that corporate psychology has been able to justify what Russell spoke of almost 80 years ago to and convince Human Resource personal that letting people do their own thing is the best option for everyone in the long run..
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Why Chelsea will win EVERY championship this year


K-Sama's patronage is for the men in blue!!
Victory is ensured!!!!


"Man proposes, God disposes" - K-Sama to all Chelsea haters


[For those who came in late.. K-Sama is GOD]

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Bachelor

From the olden days being a bachelor was considered chivalrous and sacrificial. Remember Bheeshma from the Mahabharatha who took an oath of 'never "seeing" a woman again' and was rewarded with a boon of being able to choose when he would die? This was considered to be a great sacrifice of a heroic nature.

Even in modern times many of India's most respected personalities are unmarried. Think about A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, Atal Bihari Vajpayee or even Ratan Tata. They are considered to have sacrificed their lives for the motherland...

But of late, if someone remains a bachelor beyond a certain age people simply say:

"He's Gay!"

I'm Lost...
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Feeling the Bumps

[This post has nothing perverted, shame on you if you thought about anything dirty.. no wait.. I wrote this line .... it was me doing the thinking.. oh crap - ) ]


It was one day, at night, that I really felt the bumps. At 9:45 PM with its ever present bangs and rattles, the bus was hurtling down the road that connected St.John's hospital to somewhere. Save for the four IT professionals going home after a tiring day's work, there was no one in the bus apart for me and a friend. And thats suddenly when it happened. With no warning, the bus flew over a speed breaker at top speed with me and my friend being thrown into the air a few inches. I could've sworn out butts were a bit flattened after the fall. But before we could recover, it happened again, only this time we were thrown much higher and almost no one in the bus could suppress a "Ah!" or a "Fck" or even a "Otha Omale".

And this got me thinking "I use this route everyday to work, and how come there's no discomfort at all? How come I didn't realize that there were even speed breakers on this road? Why, with a bus full of people and with many hanging onto the footboard, didn't a breaker of this size make its presence felt?"

But then I realized that we all had to thank that thoughtful bus driver, who might just have wanted to go back home to his family on that friday night, a little bit early..
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System.out.println()

Ok, I'm learning Java and other related stuff.. properly... but the most annoying thing is by far..
"System.out.println();"
Compared to cout (in C++) and printf (in C).. I mean 'System.out.println()' just to print something on the screen is waaaaay to long a command. Granted, IDE's such as Eclipse allow you to type 'syso Ctrl+Space' to get the command but it is still more than the number of keyboard presses than cout or printf ....

Java :\
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Is India Really a Cricket Crazy Nation?


As I walked past Forum mall in B'lore one afternoon I couldn't help but notice a man wearing a Mumbai Indians T-Shirt that had a picture of Sachin Tendulkar with the caption 'God is with us'. Well of course Sachin is God, for this is India after all Cricket is a religion here.


Everybody seems to know everything about Cricket, be it the latest stats, gossip and even the technicalities of how the Duckworth-Louis system works. Many a time I've seen people discussing how a bowler bowled a full toss and lost the match, or a batsman got "LBW'ed" in such an amateaurish way etc etc.


Once a friend of mine took a Cricket ball out of his bag (he was in the college cricket team) and some of the responses were:


Random Chap 1: Aren't cricket balls white in colour?
Random Chap 2: (Picking it up) Shit man, this is hard. It can break the bones in your body
Random Chap 3: Dai, be careful. Don't abdomen guards spread AIDS (o.O)
etc


And these are the folks that comment about every ball that is bowled, every wicket every taken and every decision made by a captain. But the truth of the matter is that they have no clue what they are talking about. Out of the 100% of cricket fans in the country, only about 3-5 % would have ever played with a cricket ball EVER! And that makes the game into something completely different(Trust me, I played cricket with a CRICKET BALL for 6 years) than when played in the gully with a measly Rs.20/- tennis ball. When a batsmens wear the pads, gloves and helmet his entire body physics changes. Bowling with the Cricket ball is as different as bowling with a tennis ball as a stock market is different form your vegetable market.


India isn't a Cricket crazy nation, it only THINKS it is.
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Kulir 100: The greatest movie ending ever

... the hero walks with blood shot eyes. The wind is blowing hard, time stands still and the people in the neighbourhood look at him with a mixture of shock and pity. The hero has just murdered 3 people and returns home to find his mother dead.. by a traffic accident.. sure Karma can be a bitch.... unable to handle the tragedy, the lonely hero walks down the road.....

K-sama:"Macha, I think he's gonna commit suicide ..."
Me:"Ille da, I think he'll go and turn himself in at the police station..."
Vinay:"Ya da, exactly.. even I think so...."

... the lonely hero walks down the road, the wind in his face, with blood shot eyes. Thunder strikes, tears stream down his eyes and the camera focuses on them. The tragic loss of a mother is an unsurmountable grief of course and the hero's pain is great.. so great that THUNK! The hero walks right into a telephone pole and falls down...

and then we see

"DIRECTED BY ANITA UDEEP"

and the movie ended o.O
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Mohammad

Hello again!

New story up @


Do read it n leave ur comments!

Thnx!!
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The Man Who Was Afraid Of Reading

Hola! Just uploaded a new story @


Do check it out, n pls leave ur comments!

Thnx!!!
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