Festival of Lights ?

Here comes the Festival of Light
Symbolizing the evil's loss to the good's Might
Brings delight for those who put up a fight
For a reason Just and Right.

Crakers outshine the stars at Night
Kids play with joy and delight.
This to elders is a joyous sight.

There are many kids to whom there is no light,
come day or night.
To see the life thats so bright,

Come lets pledge to donate sight
So let them enjoy the festival of light,
Long after we have taken our final flight.

Thoughts Linger on and on .....

There she stood Bright, outshining the Sunlight.
The Sheepish Glances towards her made my heart go Light.

I wish I could touch her hair and speak to her about the love in the air.
But words would not even struggle into first gear, where emotions flew at top gear.

Thoughts about her occurred round the clock, like the waves that hit the rock.
But those lovely thoughts had never transformed into talk.

Well it all started when she gave me sweets on her Birthday,
From then on I longed to meet her everyday.

I had waited ages for this day; I hoped it would be my Red Letter Day.
Far in the distance I could see her gleefully receive a card,
It struck me like a lightening that I had been late and I was a discard.

So what if its St Valentines Day,
to me it was to be my first love's Doomsday.

Flight Taken?

He stared into the open sky
Pondering the distance he had to fly.

To pursue his masters,
Leaving behind all that matters.
Entering a Newer World,
Carrying memories of the older world.
He had decided to fly.
Fly in one of those flights that daily ply.

There he smelt fresh AIR,
Free from pollution!!
For this and more, had put in long hours of perspiration,
with dogged determination.
To reach this ultimate destination
Cause for all 'jubilation'.

Two years flew with lots of pain,
But had lots to gain.
Never would he worry about money again,
He had boarded the 'Success train'

Back Home friends were aplenty.
All enjoying the fruits of IT!!
He also could have easily been a part of the party.
But wanted more than parity.

Well though he was far away.
He knew they were just a Call Away!!
He had not lost out on his roots.
Appeasing himself that he was a shoot of the great Indian Root.

He stared into the open sky
Pondering the distance he had to fly
Imagining what would be his 'plight'Had he not taken his maiden FLIGHT !!!!

Inspiring !!

Nice :)

Ram or Ravan ?

Well its going be a virtual war between Ram and Ravan.
Kids in India will soon have a fun way of learning more about the Epic ramayana.

Sony and virgin comics have come together to make a video game based on the Epic Ramayana.

http://in.reuters.com/article/technologyNews/idINIndia-28906320070809

One more good excuse for kids to play longer !

Whose blog am i writing ???

I came across this story of unmasking the person behind the fake steve jobs blog.
You may want to have a look at it :
http://fakesteve.blogspot.com/
This was Daniel Lyons, a senior editor at business magazine Forbes.
you can read the full story at:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6932721.stm


hmmm well just wondering who's writing whose blog ??

A Muggle in Hogwarts!

People feel they are out of place when it comes to their professional lives.
Its very rare that people get to pursue their passion as a profession.
But who is to be blamed ?

Well is it the mind which always believes that the other side of the fence being greener.Or is it the lack of gumption to take tough decisions.There is no point in cribbing about life at any point, if one needs a change then take a decision and make a move on.

Here is a poem which suits this situation.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 20

Bribe with a Zero Rupee Note !!

What a way to fight Corruption !!

If an official asks you for a bribe. Pay him !!!
With a fake Zero rupee note that looks like a 500 rupee one! %$#%$^$%

This is a new idea people are using to 'pay' the officials in India.
A innovative way to fight corruption.

http://www.ibnlive.com/news/ngo-fights-corruption-in-unique-note/38900-3.html

Preserve the historic remains.

Europe is the place for tourism. The amount revenue generated from the tourism industry is amazing. India can take a leaf out of their book. We boast of such great culture and heritage. But we have hardly done anything to preserve our historical remains. Except for the very well known sites of historical importance, the remaining are in a state of disarray. If only we could preserve the remains and build the industry before its too late.

I had gone out during a weekend with a couple of my friends. We visited a dilipidated fort before we started a trek in the western ghats. He said ' Maga ondhu kalu itu 2 pound charge madthare, adhana jana nodoke barthare. E thara fort namma deshdalli yest idyo, adhake 10 rupai itru yaru barolla'. [Exact translation: Indians do visit places where there is a memorial[ a stone] and they spend 2 pounds. But there are so many forts like this in our country, even if one were to charge 10 INR people would harldy turnup.

Well i guess we have lost our affinity to our rich culture and tradition. The kings of our country have spent lavishly on magnificent pieces of architechure. The least we can do is to preserve them for our future generations.

Its business time!!

So we have come to the business end of the world cup.
Arguably the best 4 teams have made it to the semis, unlike last time.
It would be a test of character to the big guns in these teams. This will be the last world cup for many of these big names: Jayasurya, Hayden, Kallis, Fleming and many more. Should be treat for cricket lovers. Get ready for some nail biting finishes.

But the big question who will stop the oozies juggernut?

The Big wedding !!

So the much talked about wedding of Bollywood is finally here.
The news is that the bride has married a tree to ward of the evil influence of Mars !!!
By following such superstitious customs, do these people set the right precedent.
But they too have their own lives and insecurities, they too have a right to lead it they way they want.
These people are icons, people worship them. But the stars too have their own life and they lead it their way !

My Visual DNA !!

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Attitude

Even if one was to loose everything in life,
one should have the courage to make a comeback.
The message is loud and clear in the extract below.

Its easily said than done.
What happens when ones own turn comes ?
Will never bite the bullet.

A extract from the poem 'If' by Rudyard Kipling

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

Hunted ??

Its a jungle out there !!
The fear of being hunted by circumstances is always behind your back.
But if one wants to explore the world then one should never fear of being hunted!!!
Just be aware of your surroundings and your predators, make your moves accordingly.
But there are some strikes which will tough to recuperate from.
Hopefully its not one of them.
Just pray you are not the prey.

Its My life !!

I feel lonely at times, and this is the poem that comes to my mind.
Hope you also will enjoying reading it

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth