tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-225445172011-12-06T02:54:30.295-07:00Baavre se pair chaahe, baavre tarano ke, baavre se bol pe thiraknaa !!Tapasyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07809709569513509390noreply@blogger.comBlogger2521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22544517.post-19281394446332578702011-09-18T14:37:00.000-07:002011-09-18T14:37:36.752-07:00

"Just Happy" First attempt at sketching a happy face. Wonder why it's so difficult for any form of art to do justice to the idea of 'happiness'.

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Moments Leaning against moments. Placed tenderly. To strike balances. Happinesses against sadnesses. Gratitude against hurt. Strengths against weaknesses. Growing Sadder, sorrier, weaker With time. We were built To be blown away By the softest gust of wind. Built to collapse. Like a glorious house of cards. That took pride in its fragility.

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A couple of friends conduct an enrichment class for refugee kids at the Santa Rosa library in Tucson. Most of the kids are about 7-10 years old, and belong to refugee families from North and East Africa-- countries like Somalia, Kenya and Ethiopia. The idea is to "fly" them to a different country each week, serve food from the region and do some activities related to the culture. This week we

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As you walk over These strewed feelings of mine I ask you to tread softly. For I do not know if they would crack or burst or snap. I just hope that they would be strong enough to take the weight of your feelings. So I could gather them someday and put them all in place.

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You ask me To smile Come what may. And I realize That my happiness too Should be as contrived As you would like. And then I tell myself again To grow up. For the child in me Fails to understand When I should smile.

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Sorry, I'm posting some songs again. Reflect the mood I've been in, represent the dilemma. Borrowing words. Borrowing feelings. [Just a coincidence that both the songs have Jackie Shroff-- a brilliant actor who went unnoticed. That's just my opinion.] Kya koi beche, kya koi baanteApne daaman mein sirf hain kaanteAur dukanein hain sirf phoolon ki... Hum na samjhey the, baat itni si,Khwaab sheeshe

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अँधेरे क्या उजाले क्या, न ये अपने न वो अपने,तेरे काम आयेंगे प्यारे, तेरे अरमाँ तेरे सपनेज़माना तुझ से हो बरहम, न आये राह भर मौसम बहारें फिर भी आती हैं, बहारें फिर भी आयेंगी ...    (Src: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_pZvFL9O6M )

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I always wondered how You must have felt Ma When I took my first independent step. When I wanted you To let go of my tiny hand And show you that I could stand, And walk, On my own. I always wondered, If it was easy To let me go. To let go of something That clung on to you For so long. Wondered why the joy Of my being able to walk Was so profound That the thought of Me not needing to hold your

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And I always assumed That with you walking beside me I would never fall. That you'd care to hold me Even before I stumble. Funny how I assume things. And expect So much from you. Funny how these assumptions Hurt much more Than the fall. Funny how I still want My assumptions to be true.

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I feel like a grain of sand By the sea shore. So dry, so empty, so porous inside. So lifeless. Amidst the surging waves That rush through me Trying to fill me with life. In vain. Dreaming of Being able to soar across the skies Or sailing past the ocean. Into eternity. Just once.

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Came across a brilliant poem by Adi here. Couldn't resist completing the poem that I posted as a comment there. Haan maana bahut guroor hai mujhe Meri himmat, mere wajood par Ke maana tumhare bina jee sakta hoon main. Kyu na ho mujhe guroor aakhir, Kya kabhi socha tumne Ke har woh patta Jo mujhse bandhkar mujhe chhod gaya Ek hissa tha mera. Kya kabhi socha tumne Ki har woh dhoop ki kiran Har

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At times, I have really wished, That you be The one letter That would make me a word. The one letter That would be Like the last brush stroke, On an otherwise unfinished portrait. Only to realize, at other times That I would lose my meaning If any of the letters That hold on to me today Fall off. And that, Even if you complete me today Over the course of time, I would always acquire Newer

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Yun aaj kisi baat ka zikr karte nazar aate hain Iqraar har jazbaat ka be-fikr karte nazar aate hain Kabhi sochtey hain ki tum samajhtey to kya kehtey Kabhi tumhari naasamjhi ka shukr karte nazar aate hain

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Quoting a comment that I posted here... "Sometimes, it is important to listen to life and not understand it, as if it were talking to a baby who didn't know the language and had no clue about what was being said to it." There's something about this thought that wants me to hold on to it, hence posting it here. I wonder how many of us remember the days when we made "pen-friends." Days, when

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UoA Starbucks, 12:30pm, Tucson, AZ Pretty much the usual time for me to get some coffee. The queue was long and was moving slowly. "Fireflies" playing on my iPod. As the queue started curving towards the left, I noticed that there was a blind person trying to adapt himself to the turn. Behind him was a group of Indian grads. The next second, they walked past him and joined the queue up

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Sorry. A strange word, like "love", that has lost its meaning. Used so very often without any feeling, without any context. Used so very often to mend things that were not even broken, or, were broken beyond repair. In either case, "sorry" isn't articulate enough. I wonder when we as a society would realize that "sorry"s are not explanations. Neither are they licenses that let you take others

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Sometimes, It's best to let your eyes cloud up With tears that refuse to stream past your face. For sometimes, When the realities are too sharp, You need to protect your dreams, And blur your view of the world.

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Every time some one tells me that "We'd stay in touch", I want to snap back and say, "No, I don't want to stay in touch, because I don't want you to go." It's just a phrase that I've grown to despise, because it's so fake and so "managerial." It's something we all say to hide our true, pure feelings, for we are too scared to speak our hearts out. Strange. Strange...because we're too scared to be

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A cute thought worth sharing :) "I wish I were a glow worm, A glow worm's never glum. 'Coz how can you be grumpy When the sun shines out your bum!" --Author unknown.

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It is spring, Bright sun rays fall off my sill, And daisies sway along. It is spring, And I can see the birds, Soaring across the blue skies. It is spring, And like a flower-bud opening up to the world, My heart blooms. It is spring, And I look out of the window of my life. That's just as close as I could get.

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Aaj sochtey hain ke khafaa ho bhi to kis se, Ke khataa na mujh se hui, na tujh se, ae khuda Tu bhi apne wajood se joojhta hoga shayad, Tujhe bhi tera jawaab ab tak na hoga mila. Rough translation: I wonder whom I should hold a grudge against, today, For neither of us are at fault, dear Lord, It may so be that you too doubt your existence, And seek answers that you haven't got.

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My parents used to sing a part of this very old lullaby to me when I was a child. Very touching. The poem echoes the thoughts of a very poor mother who is trying to put her baby son to sleep. This is one of my favorite Marathi poems, a very popular one too. The music is simple and beautiful, yet very powerful, for it makes you cry every time you listen to it. The same music has been used for

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Two worlds, One, too big for us to stay close, The other, too small to hold us in. Yet, you manage to snuggle into the other Sometimes gasping for a breath of fresh air Too suffocated with our togetherness. You need your space, after all. Each lets me View ourselves under a different light. A light that could be too dark for you. A light that could be too bright for me. Two worlds, Easy

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Sometimes, Even a thunderstorm doesn't wet you enough. When there are too many cracks to fill. And not much soil to hold. Feelings, they moisten. Quite often. Much as you had expected. It's better to stay dry inside. Lest you start to rust.

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When was the last time you read some good poetry? Like Coleridge or Keats or Wordsworth? Don't know if this is the case with everyone, but at least for me, it has been really really long. Gone are the days, when I was in high school, learning how to read poetry effectively, understanding how to read between the lines, letting myself feel the wonder of words flowing by...sometimes, it struck me

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Things. Like borrowed laughter, Or plucked flowers, Last long enough, To fill a few moments with their profoundness. And start to wither away, like footprints on sand, With each passing hour, into nothingness. For their existence was acquired, sold and bought, By our insecure, inane, inept minds To create illusions of reality. Like the feeling of embracing a surging wave, And holding on to it

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It has been a while since I've written something. I haven't been busy, and I haven't been tired. It is just that I cannot write any more. Poetry is no longer my forte, as it was about a decade ago. I sometimes cannot believe that I'm the same person. Well, I'm not. Time changes us all. Metamorphosis. Littered here are random words, some of which manage to stick together and form a sentence. I

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Space. We have too much of it when we don't need it. And we have too less of it when we do. (Inspiration: http://wundergal.blogspot.com/2010/05/reaching-out.html )

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Thoughts are nebulous, Expressions language-less. Oddly enough, I wonder, How often do I let, Meaningless words, Fill in the blanks, Whilst I communicate.

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Eons ago, tucked into bed, Trying to trick me to sleep, Daddy said, That I should close my eyes when it's dark outside. I chose to argue, for there was light in the room. And pointed out to every little thing around. "I can see everything clearly, Daddy! The stars, the moon, the walls, the windows, The toys, the radio, the sheets, the pillows, Look, it's not dark outside!" It must have been

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I'm very scared of the "real" world today. The world that extends beyond my family and loved ones. The world that would judge me on how I look, walk, talk and think. The world that would question my emotions and attachments. The world that would mock at my dreams and ideals. The world that would punish me severely if I falter. The world that would expect me to behave like an adult when I'm still

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I wonder why "future" is so highly overrated. Howmuchsoever you wait for it, it never comes. You always end up living in the present.

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me:    hahaa yaar chalta hailife's goodso farif I look at this momentI have everythingIts only when you project into the futurethat you enter this weird chain of thoughtsand start worrying about what you don't even know.... learn to live in the moment...

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Another attempt at translating Marathi Poetry: कुठल्या तरी क्षणात हरवले आहे एका लहानश्या मनात हरवले आहे मनाचा मनाशीच चालत असे लपंडाव मी माझ्याच घरट्यात हरवले आहे खरचटले किती ते आज आठवतच नाही अश्रू तिच्या तळहातात हरवले आहे शोधू कुठे रे बाळा, आणू कुठून तुझियासाठी घास तुझे चिऊ च्या घासात हरवले आहे Rough Translation: Lost in a moment, somewhere in the past, I wander into a tiny little heart

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Another attempt at translating Marathi poetry. Shlok 40 from Adaneshwar's Pothi: बीज पाहता फोडून, वृक्ष येईना दिसून वृक्ष पाहता उपटून, तेथेही बीज ना दिसे Rough Translation: Break open a seed, and you can't see the tree, Uproot a tree (off the ground), and there too, you can't find the seed. Notes/Interpretations: For those of us who build predictors or deal with software traceability, we'd

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Sometimes, life reaches a dead-end. You have no choice but to walk back. Waiting isn't going to help. You can't always create a path for yourself. You can't always go where no-one else has been. That's philosophy. Switch to reality. Cry. Recover. Walk back. So that you can start over and take a different route. The hardest part is to walk back. Simply because none of us wants to. It almost

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"If you feel exhausted, it's not necessarily because there's something wrong with you. Maybe you're just running too fast." --Paul Graham

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Don't ever let somebody tell you- "you can't do something". You got a dream? You got to protect it. People can't do something themselves, they want to tell you "you can't do it." You want something? Go get it. Period.

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Cookies in a Colloquium: $0.00 T-Shirts with University Logo at Orientation: $0.00 Coffee from a vending machine: $1.50 Frozen Food or Cup Noodles: $2.99 Flip-flops at Wal-Mart: $4.99 Refurbished iPod Shuffle: $29 Used Bike: $49.50 A good Fossil watch: $195 iPad: $499 MacBook Air: $1,499 Sony 52" LCD TV: $1,719 Contemporary Reclining Sofa: $2,875 2010 Nissan Altima Sedan 3.5 SR: $25, 240 A

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Another attempt at translating some Marathi poetry. Poet: Jagdish Khebudkar Singer/Music Director: Sudhir Phadke Here are the Marathi Lyrics: आकाशी झेप घे रे पाखरा, सोडी सोन्याचा पिंजरा तुजभवती वैभव, माया फळ रसाळ मिळते खाया, सुखलोलुप झाली काया, हा कुठवर वेड्या, घेसी आसरा सोडी सोन्याचा पिंजरा तुज पंख दिले देवाने कर विहार सामर्थ्याने दरी, डोंगर, हिरवी राने जा ओलांडून या सरिता, सागरा

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Life is like an ill-programmed mail client -- you don't get the option to "remove" an attachment before hitting the "forward."

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I like it when people think I am dumb. That way they don't expect anything from me and don't bother me much.

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I miss you Ajoba. It's been 4 years since we lost you. I wonder how beautiful life would have been if death hadn't existed. I miss you. I wish you could come back to life, come back to me. I know this can't happen. Stupid me.

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The sun gives in to a star-studded skyYou come to gather what you can see,I'm a tad bit luckier, my dear friend,For I sleep into the sea.Don't step on me as you walk back home,I'm far too young, you know,I haven't seen the pain, and I haven't been loved,I have a long long way to go.Don't break me apart, pick me up with care,Oh, did I tell you what I hold?It's a dream too dear, and too precious,

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If I don't tell Him, will He still know?

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Does everyone living away from home have days (or weeks) when you have no one to talk to? When everyone's busy, everyone's in a rush, and you are the only one who's free, and no one calls you, emails you or pings you? When there's no one there to go out for a cup of coffee with and no one to go for a walk with? And you realize the difference between friends, best friends and family? Does it

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As I watch you tonight,Fighting, struggling, flickering...Against a gust of wind,That so wants to extinguish your spirit,And against the rain,That wants to sweep you away,Far, far away,Into nothingness...I realize,That I need to put up with the battle,That I need to fight too,Not to win,But, to not lose...

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Look far across, and I seeSome snow, covering a mountain peak,Wilted flowers, fallen leaves,Giving life to a forlorn street,The wind hums a melody,Rhythm, meant just for me,I open my arms and close my eyesAnd, autumn...feels just like spring.[Life too, has its seasons. Each, with its own charm.]

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I'd rather be a would be,If I cannot be an areFor a would be is a maybe,Who is reaching for a star.I'd rather be a has been,Than a might have been by far,'Cause a might have been has never been,But a has been was once an are.- Author Unknown(This was somewhere in the preface of one of my Software Engineering textbooks, and I don't remember which one. )

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http://divesh.blogspot.com/2009/09/batakhon-ki-kahaani.html

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I rest a dream tonight.On a cloud. Of hope.And,There's thunder.I close my eyes to reality.To sleep. Blissfully.And,It rains.Dreams wash away realities.Sometimes. For good.And,Sun shines.

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The following top story on CNN touched my heart.http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/asiapcf/09/03/india.dangling.heart/index.html?eref=rss_topstoriesIndia, along with advancements in medical sciences, has humanity, has love. The team of doctors from Delhi as well as Bihar should be congratulated for the good work. To financially support the 1100 km journey of a 4-day old baby with a protruding heart,

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I don't want to live my dream. If I do, I'd lose the dream I live for.

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"When you improve searchability, you take away (the one advantage of print, which is) serendipity. Serendipity is when you find things you weren't looking for because finding what you're looking for is so damned difficult." -- Erin McKeanSource (Must listen!): http://www.ted.com/talks/erin_mckean_redefines_the_dictionary.html(Recommended: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-

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Original (Source: Shlok 210 from Adaneshwar's pothi):Aakashi ratna bhandaar,Sarvaas tyache mukta dwaarKoni hoyee antaraaL veerKoni phool paakharuTranslation:The sky is full of gemstones*A space** open to all,Someone becomes an astronaut***,Someone, a butterfly.Interpretation/Notes:At the first glance, this struck me as bad poetry. The use of words like "bhandaar", "dwaar" and "antaraaL veer"

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There's a space in my heart,So full of laughter, so full of joy,A space waiting to weave itself out.A space that is lost, somewhere,In the flurry of emotions that block its way,Like a sparkling stream in a desert,Often unnoticed,And so often assumed to beNothing but a mirage.

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Heard this somewhere:"Before you start coding, ask yourself the question: Should I do what I think I am going to do? Normalize until it hurts, de-normalize until it works. "If you ask me, philosophically, I believe the above ideas can serve as advice for life :-)

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Arranged marriages are like peer-reviewed journals. The most important part being "Accept after major revision."

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process Advisor { if (first day of the academic year) { meet all grad students; call auto-generate-random-irrelevant-stuff-for-grads(); } else { appreciate-self(); hike(); bike(); eat-at-great-places(); if (still-single) hook-up-with-single-faculty-members-of-the-opp-sex(); else spend-time-with-your-spouse-and/or-kids(); sleep(); surf(); chat();

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nanhii nanhii, pyaari pyaari, chham chham kartii aatii boondeindoor baadlon ke desh ki, jhalak mujhey de jaatii boondeinsaat rangon ki sundar si, ek paayal pehney aatii boondeinthiraktii, naachtii huee, mujhey bhi hain nachaati boondeinphoolon se, kaliyon se bhi, baatein bahut kar jaati boondeinphudaktii, uchhaltii, koodtii, mastii se phir gaatii boondeinmerii narm hatheyliyon par, motiiyo.n si

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We smile at random strangers walking on the street and ask them how they've been doing.And forget to look back and see if there's an aquaintance who needs us.Or ignore and refuse to acknowledge the presence of a person whom you once called your friend.We've all done this at some point of time in life. For whatever reason. Amazing, I wish we were more "human." It doesn't take too much to "listen"

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Note: This is a very long, messed up post. It's probably three posts in one.Kishore Kumar was (is??) a genius. I watched Half Ticket today, and the movie is an absolute delight. It's a movie that can mend a broken heart and can make you smile. A movie that you can watch when you're happy and cheery, when you're sad, or when you're just yourself. The climax is fairly slow paced and chaotic

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6:10 AMI yawn. Then, I rub my eyes. Walk into the kitchen with a tooth-brush in my mouth; pour a cup of milk into a vessel (which used to be a 1.5 lt. Prestige cooker before it blew up), add a teaspoon of Nescafe, two teaspoons of sugar, turn on the stove and get back to brushing my teeth…and fall asleep.6:25 AMIn the middle of a random dream, I think of coffee. And then, it’s like a déjà vu

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Alright, this is 'The Most Embarassing Tag' that you may have come across. It's fairly simple - list 3 hilarious things that you do in the restroom (Now, if you tell me you don't go to the restrooms to relax and so some stupid stuff like dancing or sending text messages or reading or writing cheat notes or adoring yourself, no one would believe you!). Try to be honest. Believe me, it'll be fun.(

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There are a lot of Rafi and Lata duets that steal my heart away...but this one is an absolute favorite...maybe because of the lyrics. There's a fresh, cute, naughty feel to the line "Is baat se yeh na samjh lena, ki mai tujh se mohabbat kartii hoon." Somehow, I can't get over this song...have been listening to it since morning...dunno why!!! :P :P"Mere saamney jab tu aata hai, jee dhak se mera ho

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There was you, and there was me,Filling up our tiny hands,Trying to hold the trickling sand.There was you, and there was me,Our muddy palms building up the wall,Of a home that would never fall.There was you, and there was me,And a dream of our togetherness,Love so pure, so seamless.There was you, and there was me,Washed into the past by the sea,Like a sandcastle's destiny.PS: Pure Fiction.

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I'd let my numb hands containThe feeling of your tender touch,And then let you go, your wayI'll be there when you look back,Smiling, holding off my tearsI know you like it, this waySoon we shall be memoriesOf each other-- laughing, singing, talking,And moments entwined with the music of our hearts,Shall fill our thirsty souls.I know we can't stop here,For we have our own ways to go,Our dreams to

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I'm the rain-drop of a winter rain,You won't know me, I have no name,It's been a while since I have been falling,I want to come to rest again.I am on a journey with no destinationI may hit the earth, soak into the soil,Or fall into a stream full of leaves and stonesThat bruise me, wound me, and make me roil.I could never see where I was going,For I did not know the road ahead,I only swayed and

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Polluted air and filthy drainsStuffed buses and dusty lanesWalls discolored with paan stainsTo the land that has it all,I wonder if I should go back.Where the bureaucracy breathes in corruptionThe temples, the mosques, the churches, and religionWhere people kill people, for no reasonTo the land that has it all,I wonder if I should go back.I have a caste that shall decideWhether I can love someone

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A very well written novel. Love, friendship, philosophy, politics, religious tensions, cultural differences, and poetry...it has it all.How wonderful it is to have your monsters and dragons on a screen in front of you, to be destroyed by the press of a button, and not inside your heart as mine are, hammering away at your soul.It is God's will. But not my God'sTo their will I oppose my won't.I

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I'm superr happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!:) :) :)

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I don't know how to say this best,I shall still try to,Like the bright star in the night sky,What twinkles in my life is you It is all in the moments that we spend together[To be replaced with: Life's so good when we're together]Though flowery to you this may seemNever go away, my sweetest friend,[To be replaced with: Stay this way, my sweetest friend]For you're the color that paints my dream...

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Zaraa moond kar palkein so jaaney ko jee chaahtaa haiPhir kisi khwaab mein kho jaaney ko jee chaahtaa haiTeri baaho.n mein yun simat kar aaj mujhe, Tujh mein kahi.n, tujh-saa ho jaaney ko jee chaahtaa hai

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I stood face to face with itFor once, unshakenQuite an effort it was,And there was much that had been takenI let myself be swept off,I felt the gusts on my face,I made it make me feel aliveI felt the cold, and let my heart raceWaves surging, going wild,I see all that I couldn't keepI looked into the sea todayAnd it let me weep(Just that it was a pool, at 2 AM; on Apr 15, 2009.)

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Everyone gets through everything in life -- its just the when and how of it that matter. Well, if that is what you believe is positive thinking, well and good.

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Ver 1:Hai khoob mazaa use paane ki razm mein,Woh, jo mera hokar bhi haasil nahi.n mujheVer 2:There's sheer delight in the war to acquire,That, which is mine, and yet I don't possessVer 3:There's sheer delight in the war to possess,That, which is mine, and yet I couldn't acquire

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Jo guzar kar bhi haqeeqat sey lagtey hainUnhi beetey lamho.n mein, kuch sapney qaid hain mere,Lauta do unhe, tumhein qasam hai.Jo meri labo.n ki muskurahat hua kartii hain,Unhi meethi baato.n mein, kuch sapney qaid hain mere,Lauta do unhe, tumhein qasam hai.

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"Hey, I heard about this thing called Linux...""Oh, I use Linux.""So, what is it?""Its an operating system""Like Firefox, you mean?"

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One of the most inspiring talks that I've ever heard in my life. 98-year old, John Wooden, talks about success, failure, winning and losing. A must watch!Some takeaways from the talk: I coined my definition of success, which is - peace of mind, attained only through self-satisfaction and knowing you made the effort for which you're capable. I believe that's true.Your reputation is what you're

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Oddly enough, listening to sad songs cheers me up and lifts up my mood and makes me more productive. Does this happen to everyone?Song of the day:(1942 A Love Story)Nahi renney wali ye mushkilenKe hain agle mod pe manzileinMeri baat ka tu yakeen kar...Kabhi dhoond lega ye kaarwaanWo nayee zameen, naya aasmaanJise dhoondti hai teri nazar...Ye safar bahut hai kathin magar...

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Sitting here, in UP #214, on a bright sunny afternoon in Tucson, I wonder how far I've come in life. I think about my decisions, my efforts, my achievements, my failures, about how kind God has been, and about the reasons why I don't accept my imperfections. Chaotically random, and maniacally philosophical, like always. Sometimes, one should let oneself be immature, as with immaturity, comes

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Well, its never too late to make New Year Resolutions. I don't think I made any this year -- I was "home" after a year and a half-- and that says it all. There are, however, a few things at the back of my mind, buried somewhere...things that I have wanted to do for long...dreams that never became realities. Life is too short, and I've already lost 23 long years. It is high time I set myself free

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I tried. I failed. Then I tried again, to fail again. I wonder how long it would take me. Probably, some things one can never succeed at.It has been over six months since I have written something. Probably, life was manageable till now. Today, it isn't. I have never felt this way before, never felt so alone all of a sudden, and never felt this weak. There are things that I just can't accept,

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I need to be strong. There is no giving up.Karmanyewaadhikaraste maa phaleshu kadaachana...

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Though my recent attempts to learn Bangla have been well wasted, I cannot resist listening to these songs...someone help me out with the lyrics please. PLEASE !One of my favorites is Surjo Dobar Pala Ashe Jodi Ashuk Besh To from the movie Indrani. This is one of the best videos and the best on-screen couple (Uttam Kumar-Suchitra Sen) that I have ever seen....if someone ever asks me to define

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I am back to being the I,I was when the I,I was knew the I,I would be if the I,I am let the I,I could not be, free.

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"I tune it, and we enter my soundproof cell. No light, no sound, comes from the world. Electrons along copper, horsehair across acrylic create my impressions of sense. ""I become the music of the scale. I mute my will, I free my self."(Will update as I progress further...)

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Structural biology is good- it takes you back to being a six-month old, when you can listen but can't interpret, when you can see but can't visualize, when you can mumble but can't ask. And you wonder how long it would take you to come to your senses, literally, and figuratively.

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Okay, I accept it. I miss the television. I miss the old childhood days, the days of DD-1 and DD-Metro...I miss everything from Chitrahaar to Variety Variety to Its a Small World. I just miss the 90s decade, the decade that had the best of television serials for the family. The decade, when life was simpler and the innocence had not faded, when we didn't have remixes with females stripping on

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"Scientists are a friendly, atheistic, hard-working, beer-drinking lot whose minds are occupied with sex, chess and baseball when they are not preoccupied with science.""The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity-- it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion

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I wish,Time could stand just here,That this moment would remain,Unshaken,That the sun doesn't set,And that you never have to go,I wish.

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Hume.n..."5-(6-aminopurin-9-yl) -3,4-dihydroxy-oxolan-2-yl methoxy-hydroxy-phosphoryl oxy-hydroxy-phosphoryl oxyphosphonic acid"ke naam se jaana jaata hai !!!..Pyaar se log hume ATP bulaate hain!!PS: I'll go mad studying structural biology now. Thats the last thing you expect a Computer Engineer to understand...Bhagwaan bachaye!!

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On nights,When our eyes don't meet,When you,Stare up at the skies,Possibly weary of my presence,And I,In the trance of our momentary togetherness,Fall short of words,I wonder if you listen to me,I so fear being understood.

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===Ver 1===Hai kuch yun asar merii tanhyaaiyo.n kaaKe be-lafz, be-harf, be-khayaal ho gaye.n hain humJo ho naa sake.n mehsoos aur bayaa.n kabhiWoh ehsaas, wo jazbaat, woh haal ho gaye.n hain humHai dil mein maahaul-e-guftagoo kuch aisaaJo naa kahii jaaye naa sunii, wo baat ho gaye.n hain humWaqt ki dehaleez par aake qadam ruk se gaye.n hainGuzarkar bhi jo naa guzre wo lamhaat ho gaye.n hain hum==

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Vik has tagged me, and I am finally taking it up. So here it goes....1. "Dont give up"Ruk jaana nahin, tu kahin haar keKaanto pe chalke milenge saaye bahaar keO raahi, o raahi !!2. "When the going gets tough, the tough get going"Dartaa hai zamaane ki nigaho.n se bhalaa kyuInsaaf tere saath hai, ilzaam uthaa le,Apne pe bharosaa hai to yeh daav lagaale3. "Love at first sight"Na tum humen jaano,Na

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Ankahee nazmo.n se gawaahii miltii rahiiKaagazo.n par bikhrii siyaahii miltii rahiiKhoob khelii gayee humsey aankh-micholiiLafzo.n se yun gumraahi miltii rahii

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"Breaking The Habit"Memories consumeLike opening the woundI'm picking me apart againYou all assumeI'm safe here in my roomUnless I try to start again[Bridge:]I don't want to be the oneThe battles always choose'Cause inside I realizeThat I'm the one confused[Chorus:]I don't know what's worth fighting forOr why I have to screamI don't know why I instigateAnd say what I don't meanI don't know how I

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1. Last movie you saw in a theater?Don't remember...must have been in July last year at Satyam, DC.(I remember watching TaraRumPum, Bheja Fry, Khosla ka Ghosla, Eklavya during Mar-Apr 2007...but I'm pretty sure I've seen one in July)2. What book are you reading?"Think, A compelling introduction to philosophy" by Simon Blackburn. Its been over a month, and I am still "reading" it.3. Favorite board

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Aapkii duniyaa, aapke kaafilon mein;Mera honaa na honaa, kuch bhi toh nahin;Geelii ret se banaaye huye mehal ho jaise;Jinka paana aur khonaa, kuch bhi to nahin...

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