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  • Harshad Joshi 6:55 am on November 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , Haiku, , micropoetry, , passion, ,   

    Fall of a rebel angel 

    All men fall..
    There’s a peak.And then, whoosh!, the
    warrior finally learned how to fly

    ‘Fall of a rebel angel’
    by Harshad, Anuraag & Adarsh

    Made in the HaikuJAM app

  • Harshad Joshi 5:35 pm on July 13, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: हायकू, Haiku, , , , ,   

    एक पावसाळी रात्र 

    थंड पावसाळी रात्र..

    थेंबांचा आवाज

    पुन्हा परत शांत

  • Harshad Joshi 3:58 pm on September 28, 2015 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Haiku, , , , , , , , September, , ,   

    Haiku for today 


    whatever we are
    we become beautiful
    in full moon light

  • Harshad Joshi 4:30 pm on March 4, 2015 Permalink | Reply
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    Haiku for today 


  • Harshad Joshi 10:34 am on May 7, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Photo of today – haiku 


    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Harshad Joshi 8:41 pm on April 27, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Photo of today – haiku 


    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Harshad Joshi 7:25 am on March 25, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Today’s haiku 


    Posted from WordPress for Android

  • Harshad Joshi 3:10 pm on January 5, 2012 Permalink | Reply
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    haiku on life 

    watch reality show..
    not on the tv..
    just peep in mirror!
  • Harshad Joshi 10:49 am on February 16, 2010 Permalink | Reply
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    झाडीमागचा हिरवाकंच पोपट,
    लालचुटुक चोच
    जणू विड्याने रंगलेले ओठ..!

    Posted via email from [root@localhost /root]#

  • Harshad Joshi 4:14 am on August 8, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Haiku, haiku emotions, haiku rain night, , , ,   

    Rain haiku 

    Thunder flashes

    across the night sky

    A full Moon grows.

    Creating new origami

    dusty rain drops


    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..

  • Harshad Joshi 7:24 am on January 28, 2009 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Haiku, IBM, , Qbasic   

    The first program 

    10 REM


    30 END



    This isent a 3 lined haiku, its my first program written in Qbasic on a 286 MS-DOS machine in 1993. This was the first step into computing. Had no idea that one day I will be here.

    10 years later, the anatomy of IBM PC’s was revealed in ‘IBM PC’s and CLONES’, a classic cult book by B.Govindraju. Surprisingly, the teacher who taught me PC Architecture had no idea how to generate sounds through PC speaker. It wasent her fault, its the bad education system we have.

    • airborne 9:18 am on April 1, 2009 Permalink | Reply

      We have an examination system , not an education system. Quoting a UN representative after a meet with Ashok Ganguly, CBSE.

    • omkarr 4:52 pm on May 3, 2009 Permalink | Reply


      these are looking like music tones, great! I did not know it was that simple.

      The first time I generated sound in pc through programming was using C, if I remember correctly.. I specified the frequency and the delay time and it generated correct tone.

  • Harshad Joshi 12:11 pm on December 29, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: 2008, 2009, Aesops Fables, Haiku, Obama, Outsourcing, Panchatantra, Recession, , , Wise words, Wordpress   

    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

    House on a tree..the zen way

    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.


    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.

    • Mahendra 4:19 am on December 30, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      “A weak person always desires peaec, but he is unable to fight for it, thus living forever in grief.”

      Well said!
      I am totally in agreement with above.
      Besides IT, we in the engineering industry are also experiencing slow down . The Infrastructure business which was the flag ship business group of the company, is lying low. Customer who have once placed the orders, are not in position to take deliveries due to cash crunch. Infrastructure business in mostly dependent upon the World Bank Finance . When this source dries down, the going gets tough.

      With all the Odds of 26/11 reminds me of this poem:-

      Still I Rise —–

      You may write me down in history
      With your bitter, twisted lies,
      You may trod me in the very dirt
      But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

      Does my sassiness upset you?
      Why are you beset with gloom?
      ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
      Pumping in my living room.

      Just like moons and like suns,
      With the certainty of tides,
      Just like hopes springing high,
      Still I’ll rise.

      Did you want to see me broken?
      Bowed head and lowered eyes?
      Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
      Weakened by my soulful cries.

      Does my haughtiness offend you?
      Don’t you take it awful hard
      ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
      Diggin’ in my own back yard.

      You may shoot me with your words,
      You may cut me with your eyes,
      You may kill me with your hatefulness,
      But still, like air, I’ll rise.

      Does my sexiness upset you?
      Does it come as a surprise
      That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
      At the meeting of my thighs?

      Out of the huts of history’s shame
      I rise
      Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
      I rise
      I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
      Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
      Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
      I rise
      Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
      I rise
      Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
      I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
      I rise
      I rise
      I rise.

      Wish you all happy new year…

    • Harshad Khandare 6:44 am on June 28, 2012 Permalink | Reply

      My Dream home.. Tree House..

  • Harshad Joshi 10:52 am on June 18, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Haiku, , , ,   


    Whatever happens, happens…

    We create, We destroy

    A form, nobody knows….

    Desires create, Desires destroy

    Still, Karma spares no one…

    The Eternal Sacred Flame..

    Always burns…


    Look into mirrors of your soul, love and hate are one and all…

    Sacrifice soon turns to revenge and believe me, you would see the face who will say – I love you, I’ll kill you, but I will love you forever..

    These were the lines on my gtalk status, and the girl I was meeting for almost 2 years decided to abandon me. True there was no offline relation between us, nevertheless I was fool to associate my emotions with someone who was never mine. ‘Pure Friendship’ Duh.. How can she be so cruel, so cold hearted, so mean? So much that it brought tears to my eyes..after a long time, I remember – Tears dont taste good, they have got lot of sorrow filled in…I hate em. A man hates tears..And by the way, if purity is so weak that it gets broken so fast, then I hate it too..(Tears…cries…) 😦

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