Thursday, February 21, 2008

SQL Developer is the fucking most annoying editor that I've ever seen. Don't use it.

I stare at this screen 74 times a day...

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Another year..

Feb 14th and the jury is out again. Every other newspaper running articles on their Anti-Valentine day propaganda. Again a case of sensational (daft) journalism? Affirmative.

I personally am quite happy to embrace this day whole-heartedly. As far as I am concerned, Valentine's Day is just a joyous occasion more than anything else. As with each occasion, an underlying motif is necessary and in this case, it happens to be a day of celebration for lovers. Note that i say 'a day of celebration' rather than 'the day of celebration'. This is because of lame counter-arguments floating around saying that true love needs no specific day for being expressed and all that. The answer to that is Yes, it doesn't. There is no one stopping anyone from expressing their love on any day/night. And there is no extra incentive for people to express that extra bit of love today. However, the point people are missing here is that the day is an Occasion. An occasion as relevant or irrelevant as say a day of fireworks, a day for eating pongal. As much as I love myself, why do I celebrate with people on a (meaningless) day when I was born?

The fact is that it is only human to seek that extra bit of motivation in any possible form to do something relevant. A fest in college needed a banner for people to take notice and rejoice. A festival of fireworks needs a name for people to light the colorful fireworks and rejoice. A motive behind an event is the sole reason for an individual to act. It is.

I am off to celebrate the day with my Valentine. Though it is my debut, I don't think I am fazed or distracted by the opinions around me.

Cheers on a good day!

There is no right or wrong, people just act according to their needs.
-Prof.Isak Borg (Wild Strawberries)

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

c'est la vie

I am no underdog, i can't even wag.
I shed all my duties, they're too heavy a tag.

I scorn at discipline, I see no track.
I pity winners, cos there's no looking back.

I don't have an opinion, I disagree with me.
I don't wanna make a difference, for everyone to see.

I hate innovation, I'm indolent to change.
I love a good sleep, where dreams are so strange.

I can't comprehend creativity, its taste is unknown.
I thrive on mistakes, I love to atone.

I am no athlete, unless I'm asked to flee.
With all this i surmise, c'est la vie!

Monday, February 11, 2008


The flowers trusted the bees no more,
not wanting to part with sweet nectar in store.
An apathy leaden fragrance they wore,
mercy was denied, as they slammed shut the door.

The reason was unknown, for this fulminant furor,
elders guessed, greed had come to the fore.
Little did they expect, this intense abhor,
crestfallen, defeated, the queen implored.

Starved, parched, they fell on the floor,
tried their best, but pain couldnt be ignored.
Hoping against hope, that normalcy would be restored,
but the wise ones knew it was doom galore.

Amidst this plague, came a pack of four,
called themselves humans, arrived a heavy uproar.
They plucked the weak flowers, who wreathed in the gore,
into 'em delicate petals, these satans tore.

The queen summoned her comrades to settle a score,
'our friends are in trouble, whom we forever adore!',
said she and sped, the air ahead she tore,
the humans were stung, their skins were bored.

They fled into the wild, like never before,
the flowers wept, with gratitude they swore.
They promised the bees, golden days of yore,
the bees knew, trust had been restored.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

I dreamt last night. And surprisingly, i managed to recollect it vividly. I have had dreams often enough, but each of them were washed away by the bright morning sunlight. The only thing left behind was a faint after-taste that just made me realize that I had a dream. But today, it was different.

I dreamt of meeting Atal Behari Vajpayee. I bowed to him and he hugged me. I wept on his shoulders. I continued weeping for a long time. He asked me why i was crying, and i replied by saying 'aapko hi pata hoga, aap mere dadaji hain'.

I very well know that dreams are just a re-narration of events in your life in a different realm, with different characters. Almost like a movie being screened in 2 different theaters in different languages.

Either i was really happy or really sad to be weeping like that. After i wept, i felt cleansed. Tomorrow, something significant is going to happen in my life. To deem it happy or sad, i dont quite know. Maybe dadaji does indeed know..