The Lost Dragon

A Message by George Carlin: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inn

Great ideas need not necessarily come in washrooms. I got this one while on bike with my friend Rajiv on our way to Shayak's place. Personal Contact Manager, a website that allows the user to manage his/her contacts in an easy and efficient manner. Now, whats different with it. A lot of applications provide this feature. Ever since Windows is being shipped by Microsoft, Phonebook and Outlook Express provide these features. So, let me put it this way. Where are most of the contacts of a person? Even if you don't have any answer or trying to juggle out your way counting the contacts at various social networking sites; even a layman would want to have all his contacts right on his hand. But there is already a mobile phone there. So where should the contact go... Yeah, you guessed it right. On the mobile phone. Wait a minute, we were talking about a website. Where does the mobile come into picture. It does. Let me put the things this way. The actual place where the contacts are sto

Hi people. Its been a long time since I have posted anything on this blog. We had this idea that we will be sharing our ideas and experiences. Actually this post should have come earlier if I would have known how to show HTML code nicely in the posts. But this time, things are better. So here it is... It all started during the SDRC-UG introduction session with the BBA-IT freshers of our college, SICSR . This time we had decided to put the recruitment process online where the students have to register themselves online. Naturally they have to fill the form (<form>). One of the students came to me and asked various things and told me that he is one of those differently-abled people. Just then I realized whether the forms that we had been designing since beginning can be accessible by such people. When Google-d it out, I came to know that all those forms are not for such people. Crap...:-( I am sure all those in the same field could feel the same way. So much work done over the year

उन दिनों जब कि तुम थे यहाँ जिंदगी जागी-जागी सी थी सारे मौसम बड़े मेहरबान दोस्त थे रास्ते...दावतनामे थे जो मंजिलों ने लिखे थे जमीन पर हमारे लिए पेड़...बाहें पसारे खड़े थे हमें छाव की shawl पहनाने के वास्ते शाम को सब सितारे बहुत मुस्कुराते थे जब देखते थे हमें आती जाती हवाएं कोई गीत खुशबु का गाती हुई छेडती थीं...गुजर जाती थीं आसमां पिघले नीलम का एक तालाब था जिसमें हर रात एक चाँद का फूल खिलता था और पिघले नीलम में बहता हुआ वो हमारे दिलों के किनारों को छू लेता था उन दिनों जब के तुम थे यहाँ... अश्कों में जैसे धुल गए सब मुस्कुराते रंग, रस्ते में थक से सो गयी मासूम सी उमंग, दिल है की फिर भी ख्वाब सजाने का शौक है, पत्थर पे भी गुलाब उगने का शौक है, बरसों से यूँ तो एक अमावस की रात है, अब इसको हौसला कहूं या जिद की बात है, दिल कहता है की अँधेरे में भी रौशनी तो है, माना की राख हो गए उम्मीद के अलाव, इस राख में भी आग कहीं पर दबी तोह है... आपकी याद कैसे आएगी, आप ये क्यूँ समझ न पाते है, याद तोह सिर्फ उनकी आती है, हम कभी जिनको भूल जाते हैं । -- Javed Akhtar Rightly putting my feeling in his poem