The Lost Dragon

It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature. Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer.I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in ...

I come from middle class background and for us, even small things have a special place in heart. Not because there aren't any new alternatives, just because the memories associated with them. And when Bajaj announced that they are are going to stop the production of scooter, it surely marked the end of an era. My father got this Bajaj Super (Pehelwan - we love to call it that way) before my birth in Kanpur and ever since he just another member of the family. And always the most reliable one. My father still drives it much more pride than the recent addition to XCD into the list. 22 Years of service and still going good guns. I don't know how my father decided on that green color, but it looks perfectly awesome on it. Any other thing and I would have hated that thing. I can't forget how we all used to fit into our Pehelwan. Bangalore time was so much fun. We used to travel all the way to Rattanvilas Road, Basavangudi for the congregation, then off to Jalhali to, then to Gang...

I must keep walking I know that if I stopped now I will cry No, I must keep walking Even if my heart is thrown into pieses and my Smiles are nothing but a mask to hide I need to keep walking this path of life And maybe.....there is still hope for me ahead Maybe there is someone to heal my broken heart Till then, I will walk until my last breath

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