A day without the Web

This is probably the right time to write about it, since, I have been desperate about it for around past two days. I have botched to get back on-line but my ISP's have grudgingly decided against it. This is the price for all the sins committed and seems like the time for atonement hasn't yet arrived. For these two days things have started to become terribly unorganized and  everything seems to be broken. I have also started developing these fuzzy thoughts that I am starting to lose me-self. Feeling obnoxious; no you won't be, not after hearing about my description of these warm sunny days.

When I woke up in the, I had to make myself stuck with that filthy newspaper for hours since I didn't had my reliable friend to cut my days short. So, I tried something else like taking long showers and eating timely breakfast. But, it seemed everyone had been plotting against me.  The morning kept stretching itself, trying to mock me in every possible way about  my deprivation. This resulted in running amok to the office early, what a waste of morning. Amazed everyone there too,and  amused  I was as often, but, sarcastic.

So, I started pitching in with my work a bit sooner. What a waste of time and talent!!! And, that too exuberant and  eulogized, like a freshly cut pie of a stinky morning apple. But, anyhow the universe was still against me and they grabbed every piece of this opportune moment. Since, I was unable to commit to feeling glitchy, I had to spare myself of boredom and drowsiness. So, ultimately it resulted in getting relieved from office early. So, hey guess what, I am back home early too!!!

Now, since I am back home early there are plethora of things that could be done now, but, then I realize that I don't have an INTERNET. So, now I P L can wait for me and so does the other things. But, the dear clock why do you have to wait for me. Please move as swiftly as you are being taught all over your life. Now, what is keeping you from moving as swiftly as ever. So, seems like in-ternet-y friends are trying to give me break. And, hence, as they command, I try to call a few friends, go for a walk and try scrolling through a few pages. But still, O dear God, there's still some time left. And, I start to feel like "Are you kidding me. What more could have been achieved by humanity. Is there no God left in this universe." Finally, the eccentric pain subdues and I decide to go to bed "before-time".
And, the story is re-iterated as of now.

Just try projecting it and think how much trouble one has to endure after the loss of one global friend, not any number of your local friends would be able to alleviate this pain and suffering that I have been enduring over these two days. So, let's together give a minute's silence to our lost friend and hope that it will be back soon.


-----------------------------------Waiting for you eagerly Dear Lost Friend------------------------------------- 

Random Sunday Evening Thought

It is a bit difficult to say entirely what this blog is about. It is just a result of some random thoughts that keeps exploding within my mind and their inexplicable argument that that keeps hovering over my mind whenever I develop an an urge to write something.

Today, was a lovely Sunday for cricket lovers as I enjoyed two great teams exhibiting some great skills on the cricket field. And, in that very moment I tried to relate it with their professional life with an IT professionals work-life. Ideas kept popping in, trying to give a number of arguments and counter- arguments. And since, I could find no one interested enough to debate with me over this topic, I tried listing them on my own. At the end of it, I drew a very impromptu conclusion that both, these professionals are more or less likely in the same business, or in other word, there are a no of similarities about how they go about their jobs. But, despite having all the similarities they draw better salaries only because they are mandated to burn all their extra fat during their work-hours. But, the IT guys are not paid to burn their fats.  Assume, if we IT guys had something like this up our sleeve. Considering, if we are already are any less doomed.

So, let us try to analyse both the scenarios using all the information in hand. Of course, since I am the one who is scripting the whole story from both sides I will be the jury to decide how close this argument is going to get. So, what about that smiley face.  :-) :-)

First, of all both their jobs starts with a Toss. Now, remember this Toss is a very important process, and it serves a variety of purpose, like, it will let you know whether you will be a guy on whom the management will exhibit confidence, or you will be the scapegoat, just in case, anything goes haywire. Also, it will provide you with an opportunity to get dressed up like a gentleman with caps, since, both these games are only played by gentlemen. Please don't start being sarcastic soon enough, we are still left with the appraisals :P. Now, once you are done being a gentleman than you will also get to know whether you will be the one swinging or being swung at. If you are the one swinging, you will need to be prepared with all your attire because there will be quite a few who will be rallying around to bully you, else, you need to tie up your pyjamas because it will be time to measure all the dimensions of the field with round, cosy ball. Also, you will have to prepare yourself to catch whatever,whenever anything is thrown at you.

Now, this is how they prepare out in a stadium but it's time to hear how you will be prepared in here. Toss is a very complicated scenario for usual IT guys as well, they like to be tossed every once in a while. But, this ceremony will only become grievous when the management decides to disclose where they will be tossed. Once tossed, they will be assigned to a role. It is that role which enlightens them with the vision, and this vision gives them the purpose, to set forth in the path towards a new world, just like Lord Buddha did during his time. Now, once he is enlightened, he understands that he is now part of that team. He will be no longer a he but he will be a part of a bigger purpose called WE. Together, the formal gentleman will be now ready,rejuvenated to swing his keystrokes, or, dislodge the bugs. This will be his penultimate moment of Moksha, where either he will be swinging lines of code to his compatriots or, he will be swung by the lines of code of his predecessors, finally,trying and catching, till he can.

In the field, they will always ensure that they don't start swinging hard but rather steady the ship so that they have enough resources left to come gaga in the end. They will start safe and sound trying to be in the game as long as they can, since the rewards are huge if they will be able to prolong their stay in the field. Because, if they lose soon they might not make it for the next game unless they have a captain like Dhoni or unless they possess the ability like Sharma. Every single they steal will count, just like every four's and six's that will go out of the park. And, in the end, they will be having a final total, generally about which, everyone will be unsure whether it will be enough or if they had fallen short. This will be a moment where despite all their efforts, they will be still doubting whether it will fetch them the desired result.

This scenario will be more or less the same for the IT professionals (This is the first step about how they will be identified after the cap is being handed), they will have to be calm while kick-starting with their game. They will need to take their time in setting up the environment, laying out the design plans and setting up the formidable strategy. Since, each of these processes will be like facing Steyn in Johannesburg during the wild, chilly winters. They will be trying to negotiate the bright red cherry, to ensure everyone will be eating winning berries. So, once the red cherry is negotiated they will mostly try to kick start with the code base, this will be a time to lay on the foundation provided to them. They will start building on their efforts and quantitatively try to build on their efforts. And, just like the 50 over buzzer, once the Delivery bell starts ringing and it will be a signal for them to go KABOOM. No more dodging, no more building it will be the time to slog, be ready to bid adieu to peaceful sleepy nights and prepare themselves for the extra hours, just like swinging every ball. Their health will be like the cost of their wickets, which will lose it's relevance and it will be more like participate in the run, knock all the drum, and you will emerge as Victor Krum.

Now, once the total is posted any captain like Steve would first like to assess the situation with the lead bowlers like Nehra, to formulate a strategy how to bundle out the opponents. Factually, this will be like 50% of the match, but, primarily, this will be like able to mixing flour with water. But,Unless and until, the entire process is completed it has no real significance. However, good is the quality of your flour it is only the shape and test of your chapatis that will decide whether you are eligible to be a cook. Although, able to cook chapatis still does not proves that you are a good cook(Remember, how this bullet point is left in the closet for you as an appraisal discussion). So, it's time to either make the batsman dance on your tune or get bullied by his blade when he chooses to sling you out of the park. At this point, it should be crystal clear to you that your efforts will have no notice, until and unless, you are able to produce the desired result. There is also a flip side that being a part of the winning composition might save you a seat, while, being a part of a lost cause may stick on your back.

Similarly, once we deliver the draft, it is up to the team to ensure that all this effort doesn't turn futile. This is the instance when you have to ensure that the client will be able to see value in all your efforts and the hours spent building the beast. You have to somehow ensure that business gains confidence that together with the help of the team they WILL be able to tame the beast. Although, in reality, it might not be any better than a mice. But, up and until the business acknowledges the effort and is willing to kick-start with the product it's like sending World Cup ready West-Indians bowl against ABD in the powerplays. Just Imagine the Slaughter!!! But if you are able to produce one Warne spell, than, it will be nothing less than a Thanksgiving. But, they will need to remember they are no Harry Potter that they will find a Dumbledore, in their journey to aide them through the quarry. Since, they were the one who wanted in and so, they will be solely held accountable for the consequences, with the obvious reasons might not very much imperceptible.

So, once the match will be over, the winners will be awarded with the trophy and the best performer will receive a cup. While the winners will be joyous, riding over the oceans of success, no one will care to talk about the loser.

Similarly, is you are able to buy-in the client with your idea the rewards might star your appraisals.
Unlike, the heavily salaried sport-star you might not find all your stars blazing because you were not the one who had burnt all the fat & there might be a scenario that you might feel left out only, because the management may feel YOU HAD NOT BURNT YOUR FAT.

A tryst within

People around keeps wondering about who I am, what I am or what's going on with me. These are pretty serious questions within our hood, howsoever, absurd they appear to our eyes and ears. But, the truth is I am someone who just loves doing things in his own way, in his own time and according to his own will. I love setting my own goals, being guided by my impulses and keep trusting my senses.

But, being community component helps. More often than not, you are bound to find people willing to help. Not because you are in dire need of any guidance or you are virtually travelling towards the path of monk-hood, but, people like to help. And, this is something where we are always going to remain literally unbeatable - Our impregnable quality to discover sorrow in other people's silence. People around you tend to know about you than you, your personal advisor or your kins. Any ways all jokes apart, I encountered a similar imbroglio once I reached home after a hard earned leave from my work when one of my neighbour offered to help me plan through to my future. But, for someone like me it was more of an escapade, since, I always loved to be in "my zone" about my plans, prospects and results.It is only that you can always walk to them if you ever need their help. And, it certainly becomes difficult to explain anyone about the depths of my past, condescending present or palpable future.

And only through these moments, I feel this hopper humour when judged as an egotistical maniac, or a introvert sucker, or a darn foolish idiot or, some black and blue hot shot. These moments are interesting but what annoys me is when they try to invade me in "my zone". It is my way to build and grow and to let me sink within my doings but, your overt concern towards my well-being has started to make me feel too much in debt or impertinent that I keep feeling sorry for us . 

Life has been short for me, but, I have managed to keep it interesting in my own myriad ways and I intend to keep going along with it. I am not sure whether it is right or wrong, whether its conventional or unorthodox but, this is how I chose to carry it on. So, please dear take care of your own business. My little stunts have managed to let me be interesting, inquisitive, innovative, impulsive, perplexing, appalling and also, at times subversive. But, at every other time it has helped me to discover my new avatar and I have loved it. And only these likings have resulted in continued exploring and imploring through what others may think as residual junk. But, doing these little things have brought me a lot of happiness and scribbling them has given me a world of joy.

Speaking then might have appeared obnoxious but scribbling it now gives me relentless pleasure. I have never been a pro but I love to scribble every once in a while. Although not good enough but these small things have been providing  me with a world of peace and joy along with moments of happiness to share with my inner me.

Life's been pretty simple, all courtesy of these moments and I have managed to learn and preserve. A bit of reading, bit of writing and a smaller bit of other things have done it for me till now.I don't want to muse about my future or babble over my present but intend to keep the river flowing. New weather brings new leaves and I can already sense that summer

 

                   








is paving way for the drizzle. Flowers are waiting to bloom and crust has already begun to expand it's crevices. Future's green but it's the present which is hot. So, keep living through, UN-BOUNDED!!!

Thank You 

Do you have an identical ghost in your closet?

Clocks keeps ticking and we keep getting older. Unlike any other day, early in the day I was wondering what has been changing over time apart from me getting aged. And, it was at that moment that I realized that what I used to call my native confidence is transforming into what you people like to call maturity. Those days are left behind when I was a bullying kid. Just give me enough content to spell something and I used to start bragging about it as if I am some hard-core Harvard pro. I refuted to deny my excellence unless and until I am in with people with real ingenuity. Above all, there was no prospect of attention towards what people around me are talking or thinking .

But, with age and time, I started being meticulous about what what I speak or what they ought to hear. Although it made people around me think as if I am very astute in my age but it always kept me bothering whether this is true me or it was just a façade that I have created around myself.

I am already becoming a zombie full of these unnecessary Q&A's, Sometimes trapped in thoughtfulness of whether it is worth spending my time over these petty things. I have already been waging a war towards correct and incorrect.

So, it's been a while since I have tried speaking my heart out. I always thought that nobody would care about what you truly make of the circumstances presented to you but people are rather more concerned about what pleases their ears. That has long been the irony of the situation and that's how it is supposed to be.

I don't really know whether I am grabbing your attention or if you are starting to feel like some dick head wasting your time, but it feels good to share my thought around with peoples.

But, today was one of those days when I was myself for the entire day. It has been one of the most eventful and serene day for quite a while. Now, since I have just passed my college about two years back my while is a bit shorter. But, moving on, today for the entire day I was carefree, ecstatic, joyous, happy, satisfied, rejuvenated, replenished and content. And, what sums up all I am having an urge to make this day every bit longer since I have never felt so much content over a time.

So, I really don't remember what I was up to earlier in my day. As if nothing feels more important than sharing this feeling, than these thoughts and the calmness that seems tantalizing every moment. I am not some hot shot, I am just a regular guy who keeps working in IT from Monday to Friday. One who didn't have time towards introspection for past few weeks, but, one once tried he loved to be what he used to be in his past, with limited scope and gravity. So, just go and try being yourself once, it did help me and it sure is going to help you. Breaking the shackles that we have created within ourselves gives us great joy when we break them for the right reasons. So live life and prosper!!! 

ज़िन्दगी का सफ़र

छोटी सी है ज़िन्दगी, तन्हा सा ये सफ़र है । 

मुसाफ़िर है हम वक़्त के, फ़िर है सो जाना ॥ 

बंद है जो ये दीवारे, क्युँ तू सर  पटक रहा है । 

लम्हा तुझे एक मिला है, बाग़ आज आगे खिला है ॥ 

कुछ  पल का है तमाशा, फाटक आगे खुला है । 

 मंच सामने  सजा  है, लोग बैठे हैं टुकटुकी लगाए ॥ 

तमाशा कि है ख्वाहिश, आस तुझ पे लगाए ।  

तेरे ऊपर है सबकी नज़रे,  तमाशा तू इन्हें दिखा जा ॥ 

किस गम में तू खफा है, या खोया है तू किस ख़ुशी में । 

दो पल की है ये कहानी, जी ले तू इसमें ज़रा सा ॥ 

खोल मुस्कान का फाटक, आज सजा ले महफ़िल । 

कल अभी दूर पड़ा है, बंद अस्थिर कल्पित धरा है ॥ 

सपने हैं तेरे कई सारे, अरमान सब दबे पड़े है । 

मत रख उन्हें सिराहने, कल्पित कल अभी दूर धरा है ॥ 

रोड़े हैं कई सारे , मुश्किलें भी कड़ी है । 

पर तू है एक मुसाफ़िर , आगे तू बढ़े जा ॥

हौसला धरे तू ,सामने  तू बढे जा  ।
बाँध हिम्मत कि चोली ,ओढ़ विश्वास कि चादर ।

 कुछ पल के लिए तू ,ख़ुद के लिए जिए जा । 

साथी मिलेंगे कई सारे , मंजिल तेरी सजेगी ॥ 

सेतु, दरिया जायेंगे सिमटते , तेरे करवटे बदलते  । 

अगर फिर भी न तू  चढ़ पाया , सो जाना हँसते हँसते ॥ 

छोटी सी थी ज़िन्दगी, मुसाफ़िर था तू कल का  । 

लम्हा जो मिला था, जी लिया तुमने लड़ते लड़ते ॥ 

Peace in My Heart

Walked as I may, with an open desire

Amused by enchantments of a sharp, wild briar

Gazing the moon as if I am gonna hire

NO matter, how grave, the consequences may be dire

Archaic is the beauty of that piece of sapphire

Blossoming the sky while staying with its sire

Without its presence, the sky would have been drier

Recreating imagery that I  haven‘t  seen  prior

Skipped my beat had I not been a trier

If  it would be not, then I would be a liar

Appears to be as if my quills‘ on fire

Keeps on fluttering shrieker and higher

Few more of these and I would set ablaze a fire

No one’s cares or I would have been for hire

Whole of this journey has flattened me to tire

Spreading what's worth all through the wire

Setting myself free from this dingy, deep quag-mire

And,its time to bid adieu before lying calmly on a pyre

copyright@Sp

Loneliness

तन्हा  

अकेला ही चला था ,

बस यूँ ही बढ़ता गया था .

न तो रास्ते की खबर थी ,

न ही मंज़िल का पता था .

चारों तरफ था पसरा ,

ख़ामोशी और सन्नाटा .

अकेला ही चला था ,

बस यूँ ही बढ़ता गया था .

इस निर्जन , रसविहीन जीवन के ,

उददेश्य ही सारे धुल गए थे .

अपनों से मिली थी बेवफाई ,

अकेला मैं हो चला था .

राह काँटों का मुझको , चुनना ही पड़ा था ,

विदीर्ण हो कर भी मैं आगे को बढ़ चला था .

मंजिल मेरी थी हर पल , सिमटी ही जा रही थी ,

रास्ते भी तो सारे , अवरूद्ध नज़र आ  रहे थे .

ज़िन्दगी मैं तेरे आगे , करता हूँ अब  समर्पण ,

जिंदगी की डोर अपनी , कर  रहा हूँ तुझको मैं  अर्पण .

अकेला जो मैं चला था ,

अब अकेला ही जा रहा हूँ ...