Tips for Safe Chatting

Don’t chat about things that could enable a stranger to locate you. That includes your last name, the name of your school or workplace, the city you live in, and where you hang out.

Protect your info. Don’t put identifiable information in your user profile, including photos. What’s uploaded to the Internet can be downloaded and shared by everyone. Avoid posting photos that allow people to identify you, especially sexually suggestive images. Before uploading a photo, think about how you’d feel if it were seen by a parent, friend, or future employer.

Never meet with someone you encounter in a chat room unless you already know who they are.

Unexpected problems??

The best way to avoid problems, is to avoid them.

Look around, you will get to see people who are perfect, they just dont seem to have any kind of conflicts, or any issues, they get well with any situation, any kind of people, they appear so natural, so flawles, sometimes we call them as happy go lucky, but sadely,the moment we try to act like them, we are in deep deep trouble..Heaven sake dont try to copy someone because it appears attractive or seems so perfect and so right for them. Once you are in a problem, dont crib over you getting caught in there when someone else was deserving it, just accept the fact that you werent smart enough to get out of it.

Last week, an errant rave party convict started screaming at me explaining that the rave party was good, he was innocent, and things like that..Actually, I didnt bother anything, but I realized, that he, along with his physiotherapist sister were facing problems, just like I described above. For them, rave party wasent the problem. The problem was, they found their names in the list of convicted people I had put up almost year ago..I imply said- If all that you are fgetting problamatic over seeing your name, the best solution was not to attend the party where you knew drugs were distributed freely…Maybe thats was their fasination, who cares?? That called me a moral brigadeer, a moral police(Hey, what does it mean?), he also called me a Talibani (rofl)..

Anyway, all I can say is - ‘Dont ever get into trouble, and if at all you do, just accept it as fate.’

TRAI okays net telephony in India

The Telecom regulator in India, TRAI on Monday allowed ISPs to offer unrestricted internet telephony services, a move that will further boost competition in the domestic long distance segment and lower STD tariffs.

“It is envisaged that customers will ultimately benefit from cost effective and innovative internet telephony service.

These recommendations will put Indian telecom sector in tune with global trends. The grey market tendencies shall be curtailed,” TRAI said in a statement.

As per the TRAI recommendations, the STD service providers would be connected to ISPs through public internet for the purpose and the two service providers would have mutual agreement for the same.

The move will permit calls from personal computers to fixed line and mobile phones. Currently, a voice call can travel between two computers but not from a mobile or a fixed phone. This is expected to open huge channels of revenues for Internet Service Providers (ISPs).

The Telecom Engineering Centre (TEC), a technical arm of Department of Telecom, will work out the number plan for the ISPs to enable them to offer telephone services.

“Telephone numbers from identified blocks shall be allocated to ISPs, Unified Access Service Providers, BasicService Providers and Cellular Mobile Service Providers for internet telephony,” TRAI said.

With a view to make internet telephony secure, TRAI said, all ISPs interested to provide unrestricted internet telephony would install “Lawful Interception” equipments. Usually, that would mean that the government or law enforcement agencies will be able to monitor anyone, good to prevent terrorist conversations, but potentially seen as a invasion on privacy..Further, voice grade communication requires strict QoS control and it also needs good broadband penetration among people..Given the policy of calling 256 kbps as broadband in India, I doubt whether there will be real mass appeal to this scheme. Lets see..

Out on a break

I am away from here for a while..See you soon..

Beijing Olympics 2008 kicks off

The Beijing Olympics 2008 ceremony has kicked off and officially, for next 20 days, we are going to see an exciting series of old records broken, new records being set. Top leaders from almost 80 countries are visiting Beijing for this extravaganza. Here’s a joke thats being passed here in India.

Dubya, the George Bush Jr, who is enjoying his few days as American President, is visiting China as a guest at the Beijing Olympics ceremony, where he is supposed to deliver a small speech.

He’s handed over a speech letter by his secretary. Dubya goes through it, and begins…

“O…O……O….O…”

The secretary says ‘ Sir, plese turn the page, thats not ‘O’. Thats the official Olympic logo. Your speech’s on the next page..’

The Ego and the flames

Ego is bad. Very bad. And when you find someone more egoistic then you, then its extremely hard to describe how badly it hurts. What exactly hurts is not known, but somewhere within, deep inside there is pain..lot of pain..words can describe it…but its real and it exists.

I found  a new way to get over pain.

1. I searched for all her conversations from the server. All the dialogs were intact on Gtalk, Gmail and Open Server.

2. Brought a bundle of executive bond papers, the most expensive ones.

3. Opened every conversation I had with her.

4. Print was the command.

5. Printing continued till the entire executive bond paper bundle became empty.

6. Gathered all of them, and arranged them properly.

7. Went on the terrace. Sprinkled some kerosene on it. 1 match stick was enough..

8. As I watched the flames consuming the conversations I had with her, within my true self, something was feeling to be at peace. I think it was ego, maybe..

9. Threw the matchbox in too…emptied the whole kerosene bottle..the eager flames were hungry for more..

10. Felt much better. It was all over for me…One relation ended. I finally was at peace..The rage seemed pacified…

I hope things will be normal now. Slowly, but surely, I will be back. I am not a slave of my ego, but I cant promise anything if it gets hurt.

What is the greatest achievement of one’s life??

Best Answer - Chosen by Voters

The sense of achievement is different for various people
Example
1. For a mother - To hear the first word from her child
2. For a father - The feeling of becoming a ‘father’
3. For a Old person - When his great grand sons hugs him and says “How are you?”
4. For a artist - The joy and thril in creating a master peice
5. For 99% of us - Getting money, marry good looking girl we always like, keep mom and dad happy, bring up a child, help him to grow, expect good from him, and so on…..

We can go for many pages, but I am feeling sleepy right now.

Good night

Before I sleep, a little prayer towards God.

Oh God….
Thank thee for the wonderful things that you gave me today.
Thank thee for yet another beautiful day.
Thank thee for showing me the right direction
Thank thee for the beautiful moon and stars in the limitless sky..
Thank thee for the first tones of Freedom…

Bless me and my friends at Yahoo! Answers today.
Help them to get the right solution to their answers
Protect the Good…
Help me to avoid the Bad…
Good night God..
Tommorow will be the light..
A dream of dolphin…

(Isent there too much of thee?

May you achieve whatever you desire in life, provided its going to be useful to mankind.
Then, you might tell whats the greatest achievement of ones life..
HariOm tatsat..

Good night..

• 2 years ago

Source(s):

http://harshad.wordpress.com

The original source is - http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=1006021105416

At that time, I was hooked on to Yahoo! Answers, but now it seemingly looks boring..Now found a new toy - Twitter..

Sonali Kulkarni - the new face in Indian modelling feild

I saw her first at Zee Marathi Awards 2008. I searched Google/Yahoo/Flickr, but all that I got was Sonali Kulkarni, the arts film actress. Finally, after much search and much wait, I got hold of her pic. Next time someone searches for Sonali Kulkarni images, this picture should be displayed in the results. Lets see…Its good to know that she hails from Pune.Umm…thats cool.

Hey Sonali, you rock. I wish you good luck for the future.

Batman - The Dark Knight

Batman - the Dark Knight

How to write a kludgy news crawler in Python and challenge Google News to its limits

A kludge (or, alternatively, kluge) is a clumsy or inelegant solution to a problem or difficulty. In engineering, a kludge is a workaround, typically using unrelated parts cobbled together. Especially in computer programs, a kludge is often used to fix an unanticipated problem in an earlier kludge; this is essentially a kind of cruft.

I was searching data on my old disk and I found some interesting code I had written(rather abandoned) an year and half ago. At that time, I was very fascinated by the concept of Google News, which scanned and gathered news from almost 450 sources and mash up them together on one single page.  Mnay sources, one destination. Needless to say, Google created a smash hit product.Life appeared easy, all of sudden.

Given my nature, it wasent surprising  that I desired to write the next Google News Killer app. It began at night…around 10:30 to be precise. I was determined to finish the program in a nights time. Python was my original (and only) choice that seemed suitable for me to create the next biig thing. Googling around I found that a module feedparser.py makes parsing RSS feeds easy(so to say). However, there was a problem - At that time, I had no clue of what XML meant. That was only the beginning. Later, I also discovered that I had extremely limited knowledge of HTML..Then I realized that my Python basics were giving me plenty of surprises…

Bah..it looked so bad, here I was trying to write a good program, and there were tonnes of difficulties in first path itself. However, determination took over desperation, and after tweaking and pondering for well over 46 minutes, I was able to produce an extremely kludgy , extremely basic, extremely primitive Google News Killer - Wow…..the feeling was so good.  Imagine - writing something out of scratch, and that too without any help(ok, I took help from Mark Pilgrims feedparser.py and python.org) I chose to call it News Crawler.

Get the python file by clicking the link - check-news Dont forget to rename it the file to check-news.py and also, make sure that identions are proper.

Now something about the code.

1. As I said earlier - the code is extremely dumb, extremely kludgy, extremely primitive, extremly basic and theres lot of shoddiness in there. Dont laugh at it even if it appears funny.

2. The code has heard nothing of security, and is meant to run under controlled environment.

3. It dosent make use of any SQL database backend, but is wise enough to store the RSS feeds on HDD before dissecting them,and extracting useful content.

4. It expects that the XML files are in Unicode format. Some rouge sites make use of shabby encoding, which raises an exception in the program.

5. I havent added any exception handling, just laziness, nothing more.

6. For reference, I have shown how we can incorporate Slashdot and Reddit feeds on single page. You can add in your favourite feed.

ToDo

1. Make use of a good HTML templeting system.

2. Solve the problem of unicode.

3. Add error checking and improve its utility by making use of Pythons object oriented features.

4. Add a SQL backend system for storing the parsed RSS data. To be honest, its the toughest job to do.

5. Post up a nice powerpoint presentation describing the system.

5. PS - I will definately not do anything of above unless someone seriously decides to fund me.

After a long time I am back to programming world, I got so busy with other things that I had to abandon my dream project, but who knows, someday it may come true.. 

After 6 beers?

What happens before and after 6 beers?

Is this what it happens after 6 beers?

Arushi Talwar - who was the real villian?

Some people stick to fame in their lifetime, some, like the teenager Arushi Talwar become famous after being killed..Who made Arushi Talwar’s death famous? - The Media. The news media in India needs to be seriously monitored for the senselessness they have been showing on TV. First they portray someone as a murderer, a dacoit, a criminal, without investigating in deep and then after the real story is out, they start portraying the same person as a saint, a holy man who was caught in crime..! Whoa, isent that great?

I dont know who killed Arushi, I dont even care about what Dr Talwar was, I dont even bother about who Hemraj was,but as a viewer, I am fed up with the news channels that show crap and complete nonsense on the TV.Heck, why should I subscribe to channels that continuously show irrelevant content as a part of their main program? Hey, now it sucks, news channels have becoming a sort of reality time pass show, where they can make a news out of anything, virtually anything. The real criminals in the Arushi Talwar murdar case were the news channels, the media, and the idiot investigation agencies, the police who didnt know how to react in this situation. Suddenly, everyone involved in there wanted to become famous, even if that fame would last for 15 seconds..Why people are hell bent on becoming famous?? Perhaps Madhur Bhandarkar should make a new film named - Fame or News Channel. Hot topics for a controversial film.

But one question remains unanswered - Who is the real villian in Arushi Talwar case?  My bet is on the over eager news channelsaka news mongrels. They are the main villians.

The New Age dilemma

• S: (n) dilemma, quandary (state of uncertainty or perplexity especially as requiring a choice between equally unfavorable options)

I have discovered a new ego bruising experience. If you are a single individual, and having lot of virtual girl friends on social networking tools like Orkut, then you might have noticed that whenever the girls status changes to ‘commited’ there is something, a sort of silent tiing that goes across the mind..It isent exactly pain or unhappiness, its something mix of surprise, shock, bruised ego and just like that…

No actual reason why this happens, but fair enough, so many times I have preached to people - Digital Social Networks esp Orkut are a fun, playway mirror of our daily lives, but the real problem arises when we start relating those tools with our real life and begin attaching our emotions and expectations to our virtual meetings. A timepass turns trouble for some. Should Orkut/Facebook/Myspace be avoided? Or is it the beginning of a new age desperation? Boy…this things tough to comprehend…Web 2.0 has binded people togather on a common platform but no ones ever thinking of the trouble that is following us..Wake up…Welcome to the new age dilemma.

मन उधाण वार्‍याचे

मायेच्या हळव्या स्पर्शाने खुलते,नात्यांच्या बंधात धुंद मोहरते..
मन उधाण वार्‍याचे गुंज पावसाचे,का होते बेभान कसे गहिवरते…
मन उधाण वार्‍याचे …

आकाशी स्वप्नांच्या हरपुन पान शिरते,
हुरहुरत्या सांजेला कधी एकटेच झुलते,
सावरते बावरते झडते अडखळते का पडते..
कधी आशेच्या हिंदोळ्यावर मन हे वेडे झुलते..
मन तरंग होउन पाण्यावरती फ़िरते..
अन क्षणात फिरूनी अभाळाला भीडते..
मन उधाण वार्‍याचे…

रुणझुणते गुणगुणते कधी गुंतते हरवते..
कधी गहिऱ्या डोळ्यांच्या डोहात पार बुडते..
तळमळते सारखे नकळत का भरकटते..
कधी मोहच्या चार क्षणांना मन हे वेडे भुलते..
जाणते जरी हे पुन्हा पुन्हा क चुकते..
भाबडे तरी भासांच्या मागुन पळते..
मायेच्या हळव्या स्पर्शाने खुलते,नात्यांच्या बंधात धुंद मोहरते..
मन उधाण वार्‍याचे गुंज पावसाचे,का होते बेभान कसे गहिवरते…
मन उधाण वार्‍याचे …

आकाशी स्वप्नांच्या हरपुन पान शिरते,
हुरहुरत्या सांजेला कधी एकटेच झुलते,
सावरते बावरते झडते अडखळते का पडते..
कधी आशेच्या हिंदोळ्यावर मन हे वेडे झुलते..
मन तरंग होउन पाण्यावरती फ़िरते..

Yamaha YZF-R1

Yamaha YZF-R15, a super bike to be launched in India in 2008

He is Yamaha’s new bike - Yamaha YZF-R15. Enjoy..

Everlasting Love

You are my everlasting
You are my everlasting love

Hearts go astray
Leaving hurt when they go
You went away just when I needed you so
Finding your way
You come back on to me
Im gonna stay loving you endlessly

Open up your eyes
Then you realize
Here I stand with my
Everlasting love
Need you by my side
Theres no need to hide
Never be denied
Everlasting love
From the very start
Open up your heart
Be a lasting part of
Everlasting love

You are my everlasting
You are my everlasting love

Look in my eyes
See my love burning strong
No more goodbyes
In your arms I belong
Our time has come
All my dreams have come true
Two hearts as one
Loving me loving you.

Open up your eyes
Then you realize
Here I stand with my
Everlasting love
Need you by my side
Theres no need to hide
Never be denied
Everlasting love
From the very start
Open up your heart
Be a lasting part of
Everlasting love

Heres the link to the song, hear it online.

Wise Words

By staying faithful to shreya [what is right and beneficial], instead of preya [what is pleasant], we win the sweetest fruits of life, from success to happiness to enlightenment

There are some marvellous concepts in Vedanta that reduce the spiritual quest into essential principles. Among them are the twin concepts of Preya and Shreya.

What are these? Apart from the fact that they are delightfully rhymed (notice how Sanskrit specialises in related concepts that rhyme? Yogi-bhogi, tan-man, smriti-shruti, one could go on!), they are connected, for they illustrate the vital importance of fusing our desires into one single-pointed direction.

Preya stands for what is pleasant: a holiday in Goa, channa bhaturas and gulab jamuns, driving a Mercedes Benz, designer clothes and shades, a blazing love affair, etc. Shreya, unassuming and circumspect, stands for what is beneficial to us: eating healthy, maintaining an exercise regimen, staying within one’s income, maintaining fidelity in marriage, doing one’s duty. All the world will agree, especially today, that Preya is the hip swinging chick, while Shreya, let’s face it, is the dowdy one. Boring, for heavens sake.

Little wonder then that most of us beat a path to Preya’s door, while Shreya’s threshold is definitely the road less taken, indeed almost never taken.

All through our lives, we chase the objects that promise us happiness, like money, love, good times, fame, power, success, etc. But the paradox, as Vedanta says, is that we never really get happiness. Why? Because we look for it in the wrong place. Outside, not inside. Preya seduces us through our senses and we gallop after all that it flourishes, horse racing, cigarette smoking, Formula One races, and what not. But no sooner do we get there than the promised happiness either dissolves or is seen to not exist.

In the Katha Upanishad, the body is likened to the chariot, the five senses to the horses, the intellect to the charioteer, the mind to the reins, and the Self to the rider inside the chariot. As long as the intellect and the mind do not do their duty by reining in and controlling the senses, the horses will run amok, charging after whatever attracts them without discrimination or restraint. And what happens? The rider never gets to the place he wants to go: peace of mind, happiness, health, even enlightenment.

Shreya, on the other hand, can seem like a dull piece of goods when first we make our acquaintance with her dull —and exacting—like a stern school marm, but as we get to know her better we will have to admit that she really has our interest at heart. You are on a diet, she will remind us, just as we are about to lift a grilled cheese sandwich to our mouth, and if we can make ourselves replace it with a vegetable sandwich instead, we will savour the sweet sense of a victory over the senses. Or we may be itching to watch TV and she will remind us of the vegetables to be peeled or the ironing to be done. Or her small still voice stalls us when we contemplate a temptation at work that requires us to bend the rules just a little in order to make a fortune.

Most of us pay obeisance to both Preya and Shreya for we are awfully torn between them. Instead of fusing all our energies into one direction, we fritter them by being pulled into two opposite directions. We long to stay slim, fit and healthy, but no sooner do we see a mutton biryani or hariyali kabab than our goal forgotten and we chomp right into them. We regret it later, but that simply adds to the problem because now we have guilt to contend with as well, which also sends us headlong into Preya.

We long for success but instead of gritting our teeth and working our heads off, we apple polish the boss and bitch about our colleagues. We vow not to gossip or bitch about others but no sooner do we catch hold of a juicy morsel, than we hasten to spread it among our buddies. Life is a long and wearisome struggle to get out of the hold of Preya and towards Shreya.

For we will never get what we want as long as we do the opposite.

The Katha Upanishad tells us that Preya and Shreya stand for the two choices that we have to make at any given time. Consciously or unconsciously, we choose either Preya or Shreya. And the two go in opposite directions.

One towards lasting happiness and fulfillment, the other towards temporary satisfaction and permanent regret. At the end of our lives, we will be able to gauge which of the two has been our guide and inspiration by examining where we stand. Are we happy, energised, buoyant and radiant? Clearly, Shreya has been our mentor. Are we tired, ill, impoverished and unfulfilled? Oh dear, we have been too enamoured of Preya.

So how do we get out of the hold of Preya and move towards Shreya?

Ramakrishna Paramahansa put it in sublimely simple words. If you want to go East, don’t go West. If you want to lose weight, don’t eat fattening food. If you want to be fit, don’t give up your exercise. If you want to finish your project, stop chatting with your colleagues and checking the mail.

If you want to get enlightened, stop chasing good times. All we have to do to obey Shreya is not to obey Preya. Refuse to betray your friends or your own values. Refuse to chase money, fame or power at the cost of values or principles. Refuse to indulge the senses.

And lo, your task is done. Preya soon wilts away into a gossamer shade, and Shreya waxes strong and beautiful. With Shreya at our side, the battle of life is eventually won, for she teaches us to put the long term over the short term, the principle over expedience, the right over the tempting.

By staying faithful to Shreya we win the sweetest and most sought after fruits of life, from success to happiness to enlightenment.

Simple words, they are effective in preventing a lot of day-to-day troubles we have most of times, including a bad-relationship, a bad office day, a bad fight…everything like that…

For those who found Preya and Shreya a wee bit simple or complex, this is for you.

All human beings are not equipped to take on changes or difficult situations in life, naturally. Out of them, many don’t adapt to those situations. The result normally is— those situations and accompanying stress overwhelm people. Since modern times stress has been identified as the single biggest contributor to depression. The mind-boggling changes in every sphere of life—culture, profession, modes of transportation and rapid lifestyle changes put pressure on men to adjust with equal speed. Stress begins to wear them out and there is a loss of resiliency against adverse situations of life. Consequently, they begin to pull away from others and give in to depression.

It is often said that people think themselves into depression. The thinking pattern of a person helps him accept or avoid a stress situation. If one shows disposition towards anxiety, worry, restlessness, anger and tension as stress responses, it can lead him to chronic emotional turbulences. We can worsen an ordinary sorrowful situation by imagining its possible intensity. We create problem situations by imagining what might go wrong, could go wrong, and how terrible it would be. Even if the depression is due to biochemical imbalances, the person doesn’t abstain from thinking negatively about it. Constant stressful situations make one develop a negative pattern of thinking, which gives in to depression at the slightest provocation in life.

At present, a whole lot of holistic therapies are applied to heal acute and chronic depression. Besides prescription drugs, healing methods such as naturopathy, energy balancing, and yogic techniques are extensively and effectively utilized all over the world. Adopting a positive lifestyle helps you develop a healthy mind-body frame to avoid depression. For those believing in medical solution, a dose of Fluxotine will do wonders.

Life

आयुष्य समुद्रासारखय …असं अता प्रकर्षाने जाणवतय….
काय करु गोष्टीच तशा घडत गेल्या…
एकामागे एक…

भरती-ओहोटी….नित्यनियमाच्या …येणारच त्या …थोड्याच चुकणारेत….??? तेही मान्य…

पण ढवळून निघणं सगळ्यात वाईट …. सगळ्या आठवणी कश्या लाटांच्या तडाख्याप्रमाणे अंगावर आल्या… एकाकीच झेलाव्या लागल्या …. काही परतवून लावल्या…काहींनी नखशिखांत भिजवलं….
पण ठरवलच होता मुळी … जहाजाप्रमाणे हेलकावे खायचे …पण परतायचा नाही… नाहीतर त्या पुनः पुनः येतात ….पाठलाग करत … हौसच भारी ना मला ….
….नशीब म्हणालं..भोग अता …. भोगलं निमुटपणे … असहाय्यपणे…

माहितिये अजुन खूप बाकी आहे…पण तोपर्यंत मी स्वतःला घडवीन कणखर ….
आश्च्रर्य याचं वाटतय …………….(काही गोष्टी गुपीत ठेवाव्याच लागतात…हे हल्लीच कळालय मला)……

…. क्रमशः

पाऊस

पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मन पागोळ्यांगत झाले...
क्षितीजाच्या वाटेवरती पाण्यावर रांगत गेले.
थेंबांना सावरलेल्या त्या गवतांच्या काडांचा...
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मी भिजलेल्या झाडांचा
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मन थेंबांचे गारांचे..
आईस चकवूनी आल्या त्या डबक्यांतील पोरांचे !
मोडून मनाची दारे, येवुली पाऊल भरती..
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, या ओल्या रस्त्यावरती..
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मी चंद्रचिंब भिजलेला
विझवून चांदण्या सार्‍या, विझलेला शांत निजलेला
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मन भिरभीरता पारवा
पाऊस पडून गेल्यावर, मन गारठता....गारवा...

गार वारा हा भरारा, नभं टिपूस टिपूस

रानी वनी, पानोपानी, मन पाऊस पाऊस

माती खाली खोल खोल, ओल मातीच्या मनास

मातीवर थरथरे, ओला सुवास सुवास

पावसाळी पायवाटा…जरा उदास उदास…

दाही दिशांत पाखरे, जणू आभास आभास…

रान मोकळे मोकळे, बघे भारुन नभास

त्याचा हिरवा हिरवा….आज प्रवास प्रवास…

Slambook

Slambook….after so many years, I remember this…I never got a chance to be in someones slambook, but it was something very hot in my school days. Usually, it was as self decorated book having different sections like we have on Orkut, except that we had to manually fill it in our own handwriting. Bad handwriting wasent allowed and the system was ultra secret. It was meant to be an exclusive girl-to-girl communication system. Boys werent allowed nearby, but I confess that I had once stolen a slambook out of pure curiosity, just to get details of what happens in there. It was luck, but peeping in someones property is equivalent of stealing…Later I meekly returned that book, the girl was shocked..!! She said - ‘Did you read this??’ I said - ‘No, why should I?’ I lied, I know, but I read everything, everything that was supposed to be a secret away from most of boys reach.

Some interesting stuff I remember was

1. The address and phone number - Every girl jotted down her phone number and postal address. In those days cellular phones were non existant and pagers were ultra cool. It was of no great use to me, I did not have a landline number, and the line I used for speaking would be heavily monitored. Besides, I was too lazy to move around on a cranky bicycle hunting for the girls address.

2. Likes - It was default that a girl likes ice cream and black forest. For a long time, I didnt know what black forest meant until someone fed me a delicious combination of chocolate, cake, coffee, ice cream, then I realized its a yummy thing…and since then, its my favourite till date.

3. Favourite colour - Insignificant detail, but pink was common..We dont have this on Orkut

4. Favourite film - Most of them mentioned Hollywood stuff. I wasent permitted to see any Hollywood film(officially) till I  became 18. Unofficially, I watched many Hollywood movies, and my parents dont know that Never knew why girls liked Tom Cruise. I liked his mission impossible 2 movie, because I was facinated by the bikes in it, not the heroine.

5. Every girl tried to decorate her slam content as good as possible. (I recall, my drawing belonged to the genre of Mr Pablo Picasso. Ultra Modern, abstract, and complex, my teacher once mocked me that you will be the next Picasso of India.She was rude..I didnt like that joke)

Today, I am riding on the messeges sent by Gods of Technology, as if I am from other galaxy, or an Almighty, but innocence is what I want. Those were the best days of my life…Sweet and innocent. Free from complexities of all this world..Todays kids arent so lucky..They have got everything, but the charm of a naive and raw life is unknown to them..Today we have got Orkut, Facebook, Myspace, theres even one online virtual site, but that beautiful handwritten slambook remains an eluded teen age dream…nostologia peheps..

I say you goodbye

When you departed…
It was only a day.
Now it’s some weeks.
Soon it will be years.
It’s so hard to say good-bye.
Nevertheless, goodbye.

The waves are calm already,
It echoes in our hearts.
There is so much to tell,

There is so much to share like we used to,

But where are you to listen? gone
Still I say goodbye

The memory torments,
Memories of the good, the bad and the ugly times,
Of the happy sad and bittersweet experiences we shared.
In trying to be brave, I say goodbye,

goodbye forever
Though in tears,

because, in the end, I loved you

Tributes to a warrior - Feild Marshal Sam Manekshaw

I pay tributes to Feild Marshal Sam Manekshaw. A true soldier, a brave son of India, you have got no parallel. You will be remembered for several generations. Sam Bahadur, we are proud of you. History and Future will always respect you for your valour.  I wonder what the Indian cricket team might be thinking when they beat Bangladesh (former East Pakistan) at Karachi, Pakistan in the Asia Cup 2008. Except for MS Dhoni, most of the players are nuts…least they should remember that this victory comes due to the valient efforts of some brave men, one of them being Sam Bahadur..Bangladesh owes this man a lot.

शब्द

शब्द ही निशब्दः झाला, पाहून तुझ्या लेखणीला, गहिवरलेल्या ओळीनीही अखेर घेतला स्वल्पविराम आधाराला!!

You are my talisman, I love you forever.

Enlightment,a new hope

मी आसाच आहे……
धर्मासाठी झुंजावे…
झुंजोनी अवाघ्यांसी मारावे…
मारिता मारिता घ्यावे राज्य आपुले…
देव मस्तकी धरावा,
अवघा हल्लकल्लोळ करावा..

Men are haunted by the Future. Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?

I call myself a Peaceful Warrior… because the battles I fight are on the inside..

All Karmas proceed with the force to either remove pain or gain pleasure
Experiencing pleasure and pain, we roam the streets of Samsara

Where there is Birth, there will be certain pain
There is certain Death, and nothing to gain

Not knowing light from darkness we roam the streets of misery
In beauty there is ugliness
In ugliness I see beauty too
What a repulsive body that I have which oozes grime and filth
These carnal desires do I find unfulfilling

Where there is Birth, there will be certain pain
There is certain Death, and nothing to gain

Sadashiva Samarambham Shankaracharya Madhyamam
Asmadacharya Paryantam Vande Guru Paramparam

सदाशिवा समारंभम् शंकराचार्य माध्यमं
आसमादचर्यां पारयनतम् वन्दे गुरू परंपरामं

Finally the Truth is seen
Unknowable once to me but now known to me
What an error it is to take myself to be what I am not

No words can reveal me
Yet words alone set me free
The beatitude revealed through desciplic succession

No delusion for me
I am the ever free
No illusion for me
I am the ever free

Finally, the desires are Ash, I smear those ashes on my forehead and I free myself. Bhasma on my body..Bhasma on my soul..I am liberated….the Pain turns to Love….a new hope..Maya reveals her true form…

Maya is inevitable…

I submit myself to Maya..

Maya has set me free…

The revelations are known…

May there be peace..

तू

तू आकाश दिलेस मला
मनमुक्त उडण्यासाठी
आणिक एक घर दिलेस
थकून कुशीत शिरण्यासाठी

आता थोडे थोडे सगळ्यांना
आकाश वाटत फिरतोय
ज्यांना घर नाही त्यांना
घर देण्याचे स्वप्न बघतोय

घरी वाट पाहतय कोणी
तू असा दिला विश्वास
मी फिरतोय खिन्न दिव्यात
भरत अता ज्योतींचे श्वास

You were the one I was dreaming all my life..You were my rain, you were the Sun, I needed both, because I needed you..Words are poor substitutes for feelings, specifically those feelings which are intense, at the same time too complex…But now what remains is the Ashes…The Ashes of Desires…The word cruel is too overused, how can people be so cruel? Why? What makes them behave so brutally? Am I always wrong in learning people? How can it be? She was so beautiful…I remember..it was cold November..leaves were falling..life was a dream…Today my dreams are lost, but I thank God for the little chance he gave me to have those wonderful experiences. Thank You God, I used to see you through her. Bless her.

Poem is stolen from here.

Dedicated to my lost love - Honey, I loved you immensely

Every time u call i freeze
When your close to me i feel a chilly breeze
I know something is not right
Could u b the one making me feel so tight

I didn’t use to like u
But now could it b true..
Am i falling in love with u?

So innocent, so sweet and surreal
Casting a swirling aura around us
Turquoise eyes drowning and drenched
Within the angelic love song

The hearts had met to one mystic soul
Wanted to feel this forever and ever
Never to cease and fade, never to wane
My love I always felt , would always
Last till the end of the time.

I agree that this short peom isent mine, I take no credits for it. I dont know who’s written it, but what matters is that its an apt example of whats going through my mind..Normally I dont speak mushy, but now I am letting it out in public.

Honey, listen to me, you may never know or understand  it, but if you  read this, I confess that I loved you more then anything else. True we may never meet, but if I could show you what true love was, then its this….My words are turning empty, but the feelings arent…Dear God, if you get time from you daily chores, can you please listen up a prayer I sent for her? Keep her happy. Just keep her happy, I know what pain is like, but I wish she remains happy. She retaught me the purpose of life.Those beautiful moments she passed with me make me feel heaven. I have no complaints with what happened, nor I care a damn about whats gonna take place, but the fact is, I am in deep love, I am rediscovering myself in a form previously unknown to me..

Gosh, these feelings….let the rain come down and wash away my tears, let it shatter the walls and drown my fears..I feel as if I had been kissed by an angel of Love..A new day …has come…..

To all those boozing hounds and enemies of Love and haters of God, non believers in Love - This post is not meant for you. Not at all for you. If you are the pathetic and immature souls whose concepts are fake as that of Maya, get a life..shoo away, you get it, just fly away..hide yourself into deepest dark oceans or infinite space..Go….!!!!

Disclaimer While the people I write about are real, the experiences I post here may or may not be real and related to people I know. Its just my thoughts I have spoken to myself. If anyone of you finds a co-incidence, then rejoice…maybe I have taken some inspiration from you..And honestly, I do not hate anyone in life, even if you have managed to break my heart, you know that I am a brave soul Maybe 10 years from now I look back and say - O boy, I was so mad, crazy at times, I dont know. We are all strong and weak at times. So dont mind anything, just read, enjoy and move on with life

Good Grief

This heartbreak hangover has continued for fairly long time, I mean its more then a week I havent been able to pick my spirits up. In one point of view, everything appears as a dead end, especially in this fast globalized ultramodern age, with so much technology and gadgets around, who would bother to wait and listen? Its such a fast paced world. Friendship made and broken in seconds, split seconds without batting an eyelid, On the other hand, the mind, the frenziness of emotions and feelings tell an otherwise story. Whom to really care for? Inspite of technology, the communication and understanding gap still prevails between people. This comes to notice specifically when one apologizes to a girl by making use of email/sms/chat combo. Even a guy advised me to meet her and sort it out. Boy, I had that courage and might, then probably I wouldent even have these bad feelings get into my way. This is Karma, we attach our emotions with so many people really without knowing the consequence of what will happen in future. Some blokes I know are pretty calculated individuals, they do not allow emotions to get in their way, call it a professional approach of sort.

This incident taught me many things.

1. No matter how much rich your dad is, a gurl will first look at you and your capabilities. Atleast the one who analyses you for a long time dosent get impressed by the prizes you won, she looks at the job and the yearly package. No other impression ever works..

2. Surrounded by technology, we might get a feel of being a technocrat or whatever, but primitive feelings like emotions, rage, jealousy still exist. By no means we can avoid it. The forms and definations of ego might have changed, but it still continues to hurt as hell.

3. Love hurts. In every age Love hurts. It has hurted me a lot. I dont know if I am mature enough to understand its true meaning, but the seen consequence makes me wonder - I am freaky enough to be loved?I am an equally loved and hated guy, I remember most of those occasions when I was hated..

Gosh darn those status lines on my Gtalk - Love and Hate are one and all, sacrifice soon turns to revenge..

A girl may not find these lines romantic enough, especially when shes commited to someone else. She will take it as an ominous sign of flirting, and bang, thats the end of all relations..no amount of apologies work, meeting is impossible, no truce…no peace, direct attack…what else??

4. If you have been hurt before in relations, its wisdom to avoid complications in first place itself. If any jilted lover is reading this, I would advise - Avoid relations that do not exist. Example - A fragile relation that occured during a meeting over in social networking tools like MySpace, Orkut, FaceBook etc. These relations are never serious, they do not have any name, Modern pundits call it cyber relations, I dont have any good name for it. I mean its crazy concept to even think of attaching a name and emotions to a thing that exists in electronic world. Its true that sentimental fools like me are fond of attaching their feelings to the most ridiculous and insignificant things that exist in this world, its difficult at times. Here, every occasional hi, hello is a symbol of friendship, and every relation is apparantly a permanant one. Madness in all respect….I am a mad person who has got a provan track record of being in madly with love with girls I know I would never get to see, to touch, to talk and so on…This is my flaw, and I seriously need to get over it. My ex girl friend said that she avoided me because I did not had a ‘pure’ friendship with her. If I know that saying hello to her in wee hours of morning can spell as disaster I am suffering from, I would have avoided it. I am going to avoid it all togather throughout my life. Never send a girl an sms that can spoil your party. Controversies are never comfortable…

5. Even if sacrifice may turn to revenge, you may not see the face who would say ‘I love you, I will kill you, but I will love you forever’ (Sobs…Sobs…..Tears…Sniff) I didnt Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…….

I will update this if my girl replies back to me, else think this as the end of this post (and my spoilt relation as well ) Hey Girl, dont mind, I will still continue loving you..Pure love knows no limits   :(   (Sic..Snifff…)

Moments of madness and sadeness(and peace too)

Its night. I am on the terrace, waiting for Nikhil. Our meeting is late by almost 2 hours, and on top of that, the sms meant for him went to someone else whom I have recently hurt a lot. Yeah, she was my only good friend who used to enquire - ‘Howz you’, no one, even my so called best buddies never asked me so sweetly of how am I? No one cared. I mean why would anyone bother?? My image in front of them is that of a warrior, every move is a war, every step is a step taken in battlefield, no place for emotions. Warriors are not meant to be asked ‘Howz you’, its assumed that they are fine. Why emotions? The only emotions that were known were Rage, and madness fueled by arrogance and ego, an ego I dont remember the time I carried first. Why do I have that image? Why am I attracted towards pain? Why do I have so much ego and arrogance that not only hurts me but also the people who are around me. Why? No one bothers to know this, but I am going to put it in public, I am suffering it for past 3 days, and its too much for me. The guilt is killing me. Its not the first time, but then who says that sufferings are easy? Sufferings are sufferings, everytime we suffer, it hurts. It hurts like hell. Why did I make a hell of my only good relations? Was I proud? Was I vain? Was I mad? I dont know, but definately I am sade.

Coming back to the meeting. Nikhil and I met after almost 2 months. Strange thing. Two brothers living in a same place chat over Instant Messenger, instead of offline meetings. Ridiculous or inevitable? Is it overuse of technology or height of geekiness?? Whatever…

I told him for my problems. His solutions are always working. I trust him for almost anything. He said - ‘Brother, why did you suffer?’, I said ‘I dont know’, pat came the reply - ‘Coz you are new to it’, I said ‘But she didnt feel anything about it’ He responded - ‘ Reason is that - its not new for her’ Boy, I wonder from where my brother gets these answers? He is genius for sure. He makes a good software engineer, ruthless at times, but very practical and to the point. Not unlike me, an emotional fool, too vulnerable to get hurt in this hard world. Is this the reason why I wear a mask of a Warrior? I dont know.

We discussed many things- Current trends in industry, the upcoming standards, the bugs, the errors, the childhood memories, esp the one of playing hockey and football, had a good laugh at it remembering our innocent days.It was an innocent world far far away from tangents of todays technology.Candy tasted like Candy, sugar was sweet, TV was cartoons and joy was joy, no adultrations. Mom says I am still that innocent child trying to find his lost toys in a huge world. Lost toys? Will ever I get to regain my lost toys?

BTW, a sms seeking her apology has gone unanswered. I know it reached her,but currently she is too hurt to respond. I will wait. Time can heal every wound. Hate can be pacified. Desires can be overcome, only Time knows how and when…

To be continued…

Illusion - आभास

आभास हा….. छळतो तुला…छळतो मला…!!

Today is the second anniversary day when she met me on orkut, and sadely, today marks the first day of our official breakup.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………!!!!

(Someone put off my flames……I am burning….)

Why! …

I was childish and unfair
To you, my only friend
I regret, but now it’s too late

I can’t show you anymore
The things I’ve learned from you
Cause life just took you away

And I’m asking why! …
And I’m asking why! …
Nobody gives an answer
I’m just asking why

But someday we’ll meet again
And I’ll ask you

And I’ll ask you why! …
Why it has to be like this
I’m asking you why
Please give me an answer

Many years and stupid fights
Till we accept to see
How it was and it’ll always be

Why it has to be like this
Why we don’t realize
Why we’re too blind to see the one
Who’s always on our side

And I’m asking why! …
And I’m aski