Love and other things... {not disasters eh.. ;)}
Everywhere you go,
you find someone interesting.
more than luck it is the way you are.
May be you have made it
your need to find someone interesting
and keep yourself at the same madness level forever.
It is no poem
But you like splitting a sentence
in different lines.
Now the above stanza
was a haiku,
wasn’t it?
Though I did not calculate the syllables this time.
[You changes to I. Till now you was me the writer. From now on you will mean you the reader.]
At night 3 o’clock
I don’t want to sleep
even thouh I don’t have much to work on,
err.. I have too much to work on.
Yeah back to love…
Till 2 o’clock in night I miss that person
just because I want to.
Being in pain is so much fun
I just added one more reason.
Now I know why I love
the movie Chung-King express. <Epiphany>
All this I write looks so great in Dark Room.
That’s how this room is now
and that too is the editor I am writing on now.
Yeah pain…
Not only pain itself
but also writing about pain
too is so lovely.
Yeah Pain is another name for love,
Wait…
Who said I am in love?
It’s still a crush.
Yeah another one.
Same symptoms.
Level- Infatuation
[doesn’t it sound like cancer, for me it is]
[wanted to use ain’t, instead of doesn’t above I somehow couldn’t find myself comfortable with that yet.]
Need to know her a lot more
before I fall in love.
But I want to propose her
before even properly knowing her.
As usual I informed my friends
some close, some yet not.
And informing you right now.
Her company feels great.
Her chats seem intelligent.
Sometimes she seems mature,
Sometimes she is a kid.
All the crushes are similar.
May be that’s why they are crushes.
May be that’s the reason they are still crushes.
Love
is much more painful.
The pain which I hated a lot.
The pain I still feel incapable of handling.
The reason why I didn’t try to
turn these crushes to
love.
[you is more generic from now on… definitely means the writer, reader may decide if s/he wants to be considered you]
Crushes are cool.
They stay in your mind
and never become reality.
When you know a crush lot more
either she goes to level
Love or No More A Crush.
Level Love is difficult
like the eighth out of tenth in every game.
You know what you like in that person
and what you don’t!!
You still love that person.
May be that person too is in same dilemma.
Running the affair takes much more now
Not Money, But Energy and Time.
You want to stay in that wonderful
feeling of being in love;
at least you think it is wonderful.
One day you reflect and find
a modification to Murphy’s Law.
Anything that can go wrong,
has already gone wrong.
Just that you are not informed.
Like Satyam fiasco. :P
One day love too appears like that.
Just that you are not in love anymore.
You might still admire that person.
The other person might too be in that level.
Just that the sufferings are different for each.
Each likes to think that s/he suffered the most
as if it is something to boast off.
Sick… it may sound.
You still smile at it.
Cause you experienced it
just in due course of life.
A lesson learnt to cherish
the mistake, soon to repeat.
No corrections I will make to this
and present it to you raw my reader friend,
cause the pain from such wound are found
as raw as this always.
Nothing to repent,
nothing to remorse,
just except when
you didn’t say ‘I Love You’ enough
before the person-you-love’s death.
I don’t want to write any more
cause I hit the most painful chord
of my own.
Still the foolish poet/writer/blogger
in my mind doesn’t seem to relax
rather seems to be in a mood to ruin me.
[Got reminded of the C&H cartoon where Calvin feels that his brain is trying to kill him. :)]
Love is really set to spoil me again.
Rather I am trying to spoil myself again.
I don’t want to do this again.
Me against myself…
But I don’t want this situation again.
As if I can stop time
or go back;
I simper. [I think smirk would have fitted better]
Bullshit! I say
Devil may care for
whatever future holds for me.
Live for the day,
I say.
You know me,
I would enjoy whatever I would be into.
Still a lil’ whining is always fun
as work has taught me. ;)
Chalo, I’m done. I would rather put this on my secret yahoo blog. But.. [Big deal!! :P]
All For One. One For All
Sometimes small gestures make a huge difference like the Butterfly Effect.
I lost my mobile. All my (unofficial) roomies miss it. We were used to getting up listening to the weird shriek of the morning alarm I had on my phone. As usual one night we slept late (around 3:30 AM) and I was asked to wake everyone up the next day [Though I used to wake up late, for last one month I wake up on time and wake up others. Otherwise normally it is Rakesh’s job]. Next day noone could wake up in time as The Alarm was missing (At least, that’s how I want to interpret it). Except me everyone (3 of them) else had a class which they missed.
Next day we all set alarms in each of our phone such that noone wakes up late and misses the class because of that. Only 2 out of the 4 of us had class that day. It was interesting to see how we team up and want to do our bit for each other (by dedicating our much beloved sleep). This small gesture made me very happy.
After one term in IIMB I can proudly say that I have friends here. I wanted to add some more heart-touching lines, but again the title of this blog says it all. :P
Movie Pick: Parakh (1960) - Bimal Roy
I thought of writing about some of my favorite movies from now on:
The best I feel among the ones I have watched by far is ‘Parakh’.
Parakh is a 1960 movie made by Bimal roy. You know that person, don’t you?
It is a satire on democracy and money minded higher ups of the society.
You won’t believe this to be a movie by the same person who made Devdas. Now this won’t sound as exciting as the person who made DevD made Return of Hanuman too.
That’s not just the only strange and exciting thing about this movie. Yester years’ glam doll Sadhana is here in a deglamorized role; that too not wearing the hairstyle named after her. That is Sadhana Cut if you are still guessing.
You can even find a sober Keshto Mukherjee here!
Story “Spoiler Alert”:
The movie is setup in a typical Indian village. The higher ups of the village are a Zamindar (landlord) , a Priest, a Doctor and a lecherous rich man. There is a talented school techer who is in love with the daughter (Sadhana) of the postmaster (Nazir Hussain).
One day the village Postmaster gets a cheque of Rs500,000 from the millionaire Sir JC Roy. This comes in a mail asking him to give this cheque to the most eligible person in the village, who shall use the money for the good of the village. The simple Postmaster informs about this to the higher-ups in the village. As can be expected, each of them starts to praise themselves to prove they are the best and they deserve that cheque to be awarded to them. Immediately the obvious resolution comes up i.e. to go for an election in the village and let the villagers decide who the best one for them is.
At once strange things happen in the village. The doctor who won’t see a patient without fees, treats all patients for free (makes the clinic a ‘खौराती दवाखाना’). The Zamindar waves all taxes and the Priest allows the lower caste people to enter the temple. The Richman starts constructing a well for the villagers and announces a road to be constructed. Rings a bell, huh?
Anyhow villagers tend to prefer the school teacher more than the higher ups. Hence they try to murder the school teacher. Alliances and all such election time political gimmicks are very well portrayed.
Finally a post man of the same village who is amused to see these changes is found to be the millionaire Sir JC Roy, who sent the cheque. Then he awards the real leader.
The famous song ‘O Sajna… Barkha Baahaar Aayi’ is from this movie.
Adjectives: I count this as one of my favorite movies. Say the ‘Bestestest<infinite loop est>’ movie I watched.
I like this movie for many reasons. It shows all types of characters here. Let it be the mean and greedy guys or the simple Postmaster who is truthful and sincere. Even there is the portrayal of the idealistic school teacher. The hardship of common man, the social problems, ‘the Indian mentality’ all are portrayed well and you feel, you see all this today too. Still you laugh at it!! Seems like life!
The satire on democracy is very convincing and makes you feel that the situation hasn’t changed at all. This makes it an evergreen movie.
Engagement
damn ff crashed.
I was about to write a very sad romantic love story. ~correct the adjectives as u wish~
For the first time I saw her, I just wanted to ignore her.
Her beauty never appealed to me.
But within those few days of training we had together, it made me feel something for her.
I was attracted by her down to earth attitude, straight on your face talk and blah blah.
She believed in simple living, yet it was so rich and energetic.
Being with her one can never be sad. Her company was pleasing and ….
I am loosing words to describe all those feelings.
But there were her friends, with whom I could never gel this easily.
Normally I take some time to get close and start enjoying moments with
a friend, to which I did an exception for her.
Why some people are this easy to get along with, why is their company
so infectious like a disease. Why is it so difficult to even think
about living without them?
I was in doubt if I was in love. People have proposed me before, but I
was never sure when I should propose. This could have been easily
the first time for me, if I did it then.
Let it be the talk about the Sutta song or about buying a particular
mobile phone, all trivial things we discussed used to seem very special
then reflecting the very impressive attitude of her towards life and
everything/everyone around her.
The problem was with the friend circle we were in, I never could easily
gel with them and always felt being outcast. We got lesser personal
time now.
One day she moved to a DC closer to her home town, for which she made
even me pray for and I prayed for that though I din’t want to. A
half-hearted err… three quarter-hearted prayer. The last quarter
wanted her to stay with me forever.
By now two of friends were close to me and knew about my love for her, but I made them promise not to tell this to her.
On one hand I wanted to marry her, on the other hand I had this usual bachelor life syndrome. Scared of commitment!!!
I was not ready to get married that soon. I just got a job then. There
were dreams more important to fulfill than this romantic one. Slowly
all this confusing feelings made me avoid her.
Sometimes I couldn’t stop myself and had some chat with her with each
word of her engraved in my heart. ~~hopelessly romantic!!~~
I really laugh at myself for the way I was those days.
Time is the greatest medicine they say and I experienced this medicine working really well. Life moved on..
But the sky fell apart for me today. She invited me to her engagement.
I am laughing at myself for so stupid feelings I had back then. I am
also smiling at all those wonderful moments we had together. But that
one quarter heart is crying. Just the tears don’t come out of my eyes,
for I fear of the world that will laugh at me…. for what made a man
cry.
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An ad based business model proposal for Opera Mini
Yesterday while using Opera Mini 4.1 rather say while getting smitten by it, I thought of a possible ad based business model for Opera Mini.
Opera Mini has a hoard of impressive features. Check
http://www.operamini.com/features/They already have a huge user base and one can guarantee sure (huge) increase in their customer base. Now how are they going to make money out of it.
As of now they are attracting the operators and handset providers to give away there products. They may be making some money out of it.
Coolest thing about opera mini is, it compresses your web page greatly (they claim it to be around 90%). That not only makes the loading of page faster on your Mini, but also reduces the data download cost user will have to pay to the operator. Moreover it’s signature is very small on the memory and it works on most of the handsets available around, even on the low-end ones.
Soon it will get the users addicted to web and their tool for sure. probably it has already got enough number people addicted to it.
Now my proposed idea for business is this: Opera uses it’s own remote servers to compress the web pages you demand before serving it to you. Yes, it is like a browser based on internal settings for proxy servers. Hence they can always fiddle with that information about pages we surf and even change the contents of page served to us. Like proxy servers we use to bypass restricted websites put some ads on the page served, Mini can also put some small ads in the page while serving it to us. If Opera were Google they may also plan to put contextual ads. Now they can go further on this and can plan out how best to include it, without scaring the user.
I am proposing this plan and will like to propose them some more things like this, because I want to use the technology they use. They need not make Mini open source, but let people make use of it. Wait for my next Blog on what I want to say about access to the technology behind Mini.
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