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About me? Thinking about it, describing yourself is such a difficult task and I am puzzled how some guys out there do it so seamlessly. I am what you can call a “Yours Ordinary Programmer” and come from an already overwhelming group of people calling themselves the “IT Guys". So here goes my space mostly with things I don't know why I wrote in the first place. For those who feel it is non-sense thanks for your patience and for those who feel its quite good thanks for sticking your neck out  "Be the change you want to see" Cya, Sri

Sunday, 28 February 2010

"The One" !

Late sunday night. The precious few hours you wish would stretch into infinity. So before I doze off thought to write about someone very special.

There are a few that come across your path who are a source of strength and you wouldn't do anything to disappoint them. My brother is one such bloke ! Our relationship is quite odd, in the sense we don't go out frequently nor do I share any secrets of mine to him but there is something comforting when he is around, everything looks so well in control and I kind of get a feeling that nothing can go wrong. I guess that's why they coined the word "Big Brother" :-)

Being the strong headed guy I am it is so difficult to change my decisions but my brother has this persona wherein he would just come and talk me straight out of it. My lot of firsts is attributed to him my first mobile, my wallet, my first formal branded shoe the list just keeps going on. Till date I have never got a wallet on my own! I remember wearing most of his dresses during college and would anticipate restlessly when he would come down to Bangalore just so that I could spend some time chatting. I still remember the first match I saw him play where he tore the opposition apart with both his bowling and batting skills and the blue shirt he wore then still lingers on.

One downside to him being this perfect son, husband, brother is that he has set a benchmark which poor souls like are supposed to follow which seems so utterly impossible. He has this uncanny way of doing all the things in his own way but without hurting or making anyone around him feel bad and I have been a nightmare in that area :-)

Of all the things it is his patience that quite strikes me. If something is going wrong he would in his own way quietly deal with it without anyone else noticing. I have never seen him shout at anyone till now (hope I don't see it ever) or willingly hurt anyone and I guess that is one of the reason success has chased him.

I guess I am pretty lucky as I need not go out looking for inspirations and such people often remind you why life is such a wonderful place to live in.

Thanks bro for everything !

Thursday, 25 February 2010

Didn't miss one in Feb !!

Two things sum up my February, work and no sleep ! But no complaints enjoying every bit of it.

I guess Mr Feb thought he could just move away into oblivion ! Sorry not happening, had promised one of my friend that I shall post at least once a month. I know it's not an easy promise to keep up but as you can see I am faltering miserably.

I was watching an old English movie (don't seem to remember the name, Frank Sinatra starred in his career defining role) and there was an interesting dialogue in it. One of the character tells the hero "I am not lying that I am lonely" for which he (another guy and not Sinatra) replies "No one ever lies that they are lonely" ! So very true and it suits the scene so well !!

From movies to Sachin ! Naaah I am not going to write about his double century coz I don't want to miss out anything. A fitting tribute will be given when the great one hangs up his boots. I was reading an interesting book "Newton--The last Sorcerer" where the author gives us insights into Newton's life that involved alchemy, dark arts etc..but as I finished reading it I just scribbled something on my textpad. Generally what I write doesn't reflect on what I am thinking at that moment so naturally felt quite odd after reading it in the first place. So here it goes....


Then came a time I had to call it a day,
It was my turn to walk the road never taken,
With bundles of fear and excitement I lay,
All my near and dear ones forsaken.

It seemed to me that my last adventure,
By far would be the most memorable,
There were none to talk or none to smile,
In the chill of the night it was me and then me.

I had heard stories of the judgement day,
Never did I think I would face it so soon,
But as the age old saying goes,
All good things must come to an end.

It was my turn and I had nowhere to run,
I had to face Him, for good or for the worse,
Was I fair, was I bad, was my life worthwhile,
Some of the few questions that took turns in my head.

Had I hurt someone who forever loved me,
Was I, a disappointment for people who trusted,
Such a pity that all these thoughts,
Never did come when it mattered the most.

With darkness engulfing me all around,
Flying was I, to the highest of high,
With whatever little time I now had,
I thought, I wondered of my life below.

As I flipped through the pages of time,
The memories, the thoughts came gushing by,
A slow but gradual feeling seemed to sink,
My time might have been, worthwhile after all.

A temper so short, that doesn’t make me proud,
But Indifference and lies is what I couldn’t bear,
Is it so difficult to speak out your mind?
Believed in my values, and for the rest I didn’t care.

I did not know to utter sweet and tender words,
Nor did I believe in what they now call Love,
But In the long and timeless journey of mine,
There is none, I ever could hate for life.

Life is but a bundle of good and the bad,
Deep inside my heart I do know,
Never did I fail to regret a mistake,
Nor could I be untrue to myself,
As timeless and ageless the memories seemed to last,
I heard an invisible voice uttering some words,
Who it was, till today, I do not know,
All I could hear was these few little verse.

To regret a wrong, is not a mistake,
To utter the truth, not a weakness,
A bigger heart, is not the one who always loves,
But the one who never hates !!
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