Hi tech आषाढी एकादशी..

#include <stdio.h>

void main(void)
{
for (;;)
{
printf (“विठ्ठल विठ्ठल जय हरी विठ्ठल..!\n”);
}
exit(0);
}

 

gcc -Wall -lm vitthal.c -o vitthal; ./vitthal

Autumn Haiku

Dedicated to a picture of Mt Fuji I saw on Twitter

who waves the fan ?

blow slowly

wind from Mt Fuji…

 

While going on a morning walk

on this road

goes no one

autumn and me but…

 

For a lone and heartlessly cold night

i threw away

a midnight dream

in a midnight dream…

 

Winter walking in Pune

falling on the ground

settles in autumn dust

a dry leaf..

 

For the leafless neem tree in my garden

eagle hovers..!

little squirrel scampering

leafless autumn tree..!!

 

these fallen leafs

used to pose in pride

till autumn came…

 

My Favourite –

leafs fall silently..!

but make noise

when autumn walks on..

 

Untimely winter rains in Pune

autumn rain..!!

where will squirrel hide?

this leafless tree…

Unwritten letters (my love story, my beliefs, my space, etc)

Independence Day

Yesterday, our forfathers fought against the evil british empire..

Today..we have to fight against the evil corrupted system that they have left behind..

The battle isent over…

Happy Independence Day, India..

Rain haiku

Thunder flashes

across the night sky

A full Moon grows.

Creating new origami

dusty rain drops

softly…

little rain drops…

ripe plums fall

all over the ground

Bloomed in late summer

a ripe cherry falls

in silent silence..

Rain drops fall

no one hears

the silent thuds..

पाऊस कधीचा पडतो
पाऊस कधीचा पडतो, झाडांची हलती पाने
हलकेच जाग मज आली, दुःखाच्या मंद सुराने

डोळयात उतरले पाणी, पाण्यावर डोळे फिरती
दुःखाचा उतरला पारा, या नितळ उतरणी वरती

पेटून कशी उजळेना, ही शुभ्र फुलांची ज्वाला
तार्यांच्या प्रहरापाशी पाऊस असा कोसळला

संदिग्ध ढगांच्या ओळी आकाश ढवळतो वारा
माझ्याच किनार्यावरती लाटांचा आज पहारा

A sneek peek

Thats the first preview of India Force Linux Desktop. Stay Tuned…

1 year

It began last year..

13 June 2008.

1 year exactly…So many things there I dont want to remember.

It ended..it had to..either this way or that..I am relieved it did..not the way I wanted, but still….Its over…forever..

The end brings a new beginning

The end was actually hiding a new beginning in its sphere;

darkness became the light,

the wind turned into the smell of fear…

2008 will end soon. Thank you to everyone who supported me. I had promised, even if this blog might stop for a while, the journey still continues…Some of you mailed me, some of you called me, I thank you. I wont pretend, but your words helped me a lot..

I cannot make you wait for too long..

You can now find me on Twitter – http://twitter.com/sevenlives

This is a new venture by me into realms of unknown. I have tried to be honest while writing the Haiku, an art that is obscure, difficult to master, yet at the same time offers simple advice to the reader, the Zen way. At the same time, you can find humour, sarcasism, philosophy, rhythm a blend of everything…As a kid, I read a lot of Aesops Fables, Panchatantra, Indian legends, so expect to find the wise sages, the lonely Hermits, the houseless woods, speaking tigers, poisonous snakes, dangerous scorpions, smiling babies, everything that we encounter in our dreams and real life .Sometimes you might not actually feel like reading a stereotype Haiku, but i have tried to preserve the ’3 line rule’ , short is sweet..It offers me several advantages -

1. It requires less time to write

2. It helps to deliver the right message in right time

3. Offers you lot of flexibility in reading, you dont need to be holed up forever in front of pc all the time..

What more I can say now? Its time you can go and read it. Mind you, its Twitter, microblogging has got some limitations, the Haikus I wrote still maintain a rough edge, but I havent tried to hide the naiveness, maybe it will help to end the learning phase a little more fast..Twitter cannot substitute WordPress, but for the timebeing, it serves well..

This is the sample of what you can expect

People understand Tao

People understand Zen

Lying is a bad habit..

This Haiku is obviously meant to target all marketting mongers. They are all of the same catagory, they try to sell you anything making it appear useful, however you bring it, you realize, its a waste of resources. We all need to be careful. Dont invest into something that appears glamorous, glosy. Too much of shine can be harmful. Your money/time/resources are precious, use them wisely and dont succumb to any pressure. In todays age, where recession looms ahead, job cuts are round the corner, we need to make sure we act wisely.

Or

Peace and goodwill

they are everlasting desires

Weak people have got no options…

Todays tough age demands more out of us. No one can afford to be weak and request help all the time. Its apparant that a weakling is a burdan in any society. Unless you are strong, you are firm, you will always stay at the mercy of others, thus making your life miserable and weak. A weak person always desires peaec, but he is unable to fight for it, thus living forever in grief..A lesson we learn from Indias IT sectors debacle – Depend on US for yor jobs, you will always be at the perils of anti outsourcing voices. Obama isent a good man who will work in your favour, making life easy for you. The time isent the same now. Its time to get tough and act accordingly..Develop your own technology and then sell it. Sooner or later the world will be at your feet.

Ok, thats enough for now.

With all your blessings and compliments,

I will be there again…

See you on Twitter.

Harshad Joshi.

आता आठवताहेत..

आता अनोळखी होऊन गेलो आहोत आपण…. आता आहेत त्या फक्त आठवणी..

आधी.. सकाळी उठल्यावर पहिला फोन तुला.. जेवायच्या वेळेस फोन.. सन्ध्याकाळी फोन.. झोपण्यआधी फोन..
आता.. तुझ्याशी फोन वर बोलुन ८ महिने झाले.. ते हि बळजबरीचे बोलण..

तेव्हा.. रोज chatting.. खूप busy असलेल्या दिवशी सुद्धा missed call देवून.. वेळ ठरवून chatting..
आता.. शेवटचा mail कधी आला तुझा ते सुद्धा आठवत नाहिए..
आणि chatting?? बोलणच खुण्टलय तर कसल chatting??!!??

काय म्हणायच त्याला? जे पुर्वी होत? प्रेम? नाहिच.. अस विसरत का कोणी प्रेम? ती होती एक चूक.. तू केलेली, आणि तुझ्या प्रेमाखातर मी ही केलेली..

“मी तुझ्याशी बोलल्याशिवाय नाही राहू शकत ग.. “
“तुझा mail आला ना कि एकदम माझे डोले लकाकतात.. i feel much better..i donno why पण एकदम relaxed वाटत.. कितीही रुसलीस ना तरी mail करत जा.. “
“plz चिडू नकोस ग.. बोल ना ग plzzz..”

गेल ते सगळ..
आता उरल्या त्या सगळ्याच्या आठवणी आणि.. आणि हे..

“i just dont love u.. that was my mistake.. now will u plz stop ths and live ur life n let me live mine..”

Life is like that, and no matter how brave I pretend to be sometimes, some things really left an indelible mark on me, although it was nothing earth breaking or nerve shatttering thing, maybe I was a bit changed.

Tip – I want to know who reads this post and finds it relevant.

Moral of the story – This post is dedicated to a wide spread misuse of chatting and instant messaging. I wish I post the real dialog I had, but today, I do not have any kind of feelings left with me, Life has taken a new turn and all the old griefs are dead… For some strange reasons unknown to me, I have seen people behave like fools and they reason it for love, baah..There are very important things in life, and I do not think that a so called love is one of them..

I think this is the last post having a tag ‘Love’ on this little blog.

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..