Saturday, April 30, 2005

40 thoughts,40 lessons,or 40 more reasons to float in the air ......The Wired 40

Every year the media comes up with all sorts of rankings and listings to temporarily steal your attention to what they got to say and put their opinions ......Its a very effective tool .
But increasingly most lists are getting predictable and very little value add for the smarter and the evolved reader.
wired , why don't u guys start learning from these companies whom you gloat over ? Try some Innovative and enjoyable subjects and methods to attract and sustain eyeballs ?
anyways whoever wants to , can check out the latest wired 40 lists ....
nothing much to write home about all the usual suspects this time even Infosys, as a flag bearer of the outsourcing world.
Wired 13.05: The Wired 40: "'In a few years, you'll be driving your Google to the Google to buy some Google for your Google.' "

Sunday, April 24, 2005

My Emotions Neruda's Verses

After 180 days of a dull pain somewhere in me .....
numbed by a self imposed barrage of work
i found something which reknots me back to my threads of
raw humanity ...of what used to make up the emotional me ..
so let me hijack the squeezed juice of neruda's thoughts to collect my thoughts on where i left my emotional self behind.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Who are you beyond the layers of it all ?

ok am in a rather philo mood again .....pondering on to really uncomfortable terrain of self examination.......of trying to recuperate from moments of self imposed excesses to seek reason in my seemingly unreasonable behaviour.
may be im not this so called "normal,nice,ok to talk to " guy.........
maybe im not the "no problem" kid to my parents .........
maybe Im not the self resolved employee of my co .........

Im jus a human being who's got layers of templates..............
One for every ocassion............
and my ability lies in the subtleity of the changes i make on my template ......

Monday, April 18, 2005

Back in !

Hmm after a brief one "eventful" week in Delhi am back in mumbai ...this time for good ...had a hell of a time packig stuff and was amply helped by my roomie tito...
caught a red-eye sahara flight and dropped into a marinating mumbai almost choking me with humdity .........i love the city but this is a lil too much ....went out with mini-fauj(fauj being the moniker for my chutney folks) :) !,shopped aroun for a good pair of shoes.....never fpund any good ones :( ........
lets see !

Sunday, April 10, 2005

I Transceive the Body Electric

This is as eerie as it gets ........your body becoming the network,a storage device ?

Its all abt the .........

RedTacton, a personal area networking (PAN) technology that makes use of the electrical field that naturally surrounds the human body, will be surrounded your body in a few years.

TheFeature :: I Transceive the Body Electric

Saturday, April 09, 2005

ooh...aaahhhh...mmmmm......Just One Bite

obviously the title is delcious and inviting ,a lil kinky perhaps well..i quite agree to all of the above...most of the time when we are highly strung ..esp in the times that we are livin ..all it takes one liberated dose of a whimsical and this is just one of those days ...when doing a completely close door private visit to the cyber pornwallah(pornwalli) in this case could be such a relieving experience...esp when that person happens to be a boringly self posessed wimp like me...hmm wonder how many of my offline friends are reading this as of now....oh yeah i do visit porn sites and excuse me not for any online strategising or consumer research ....but mostly for my bout of voyeurism....but that was long back esp since high school ....but to be honest ....the bite seems to present a pretty refreshing look at online pornography(not porn !) and it takes the intimacy of blogging to another the one hand while i say this let me also add that the same anonymity of web might be allowing a kinky SOB (in CAPS) to swindle a lot free admiration behind this whole facade...whatever be it ......i guess i 'll have one more ...
Just One Bite | About This Blog

Friday, April 08, 2005

An Arab Who digs a dry oil well ?

oh fuck after typin out my heart out for 10 mintes the friggin interface ate all of it . i despise this bloody thing !