Sunday, December 6, 2009

BumpTop - Another entrepreneurial Story & OTA Syndrome

Hi friends,
Well, here is something that will surely help all those task gluttons and crammed up souls and of course the very indolent ones !!!

This is an amazing tool that will virtually transform your desktop's 2D environment to an astonishing 3D workplace. Pile up all your important or recent tasks, canonical notes- stuff 'em up all so clean .. and many other enhancements in the offing.

Well, the creator of this is Anand Agarawala, another so called techpreneur, dollars banked on his head and hands somewhere else !! Well, jokes apart, this is a Master Thesis at the University of Toronto. Sometimes, I really wish Indian universities provided the best of technologies and scope for such techpreneurs to create wealth and newer avenues.

Read more about him. Dig, mine (Ok.. that would do !)and post your reviews and comments.
Download and test the free version !

For a free PRO license, here is an idea that might work. At least, I have tried my hands.
If you haven't registered on bnet or you have forgotten if ever had, try doing that. post a reply, a solicit for a license. You might get one. Atleast, I shall post a comment if I get one :)

Debasing as it is, I fear I suffer from the OTA Syndrome. Any guesses. Obsolete Technological Awareness Syndrome. To some dollar pounding hearts, this syndrome doesn't make a difference, but I think one can hear the jingles when one rides on the horse.
I am not sure but this post is like flogging an old horse. Atleast, new for me !

Again, if you have visited for the first time, name the sydrome and watch this talk on IncredibleIndia by Shashi Tharoor.
Shasi Tharoor on India's Soft Power

Finally, Mind your demeanor, stay lean and stay awake. Meanwhile, post your thoughts regarding anything, poke-pin-inflate-speculate-discuss-share !!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Discipline & Me !!!

HI Readers and Friends,
It has been a long period of hibernation since I last posted. While the Rebel-In-Me continues to speak volumes to me, I am unable or may be squeezed by time and energy to post some of them here. Certainly, the writers' block has ended with something I write today. In fact, this is an exercise for a breach of discipline, assigned by the Dean.
All the while, I must admit it has been a mix of emotions and Xperiences since I joined XIM, Bhubaneswar. I will try to put some of them here.

Meanwhile, the Annual Management and Cul-Fest Xpressions '09 at XIM was one of the best of its kind and and rich experience that I shall forever cherish. Well, then let me get back to

Discipline and Me.

The rustic and under mould wandering mind of a child travels faster beyond the imaginable, dying to explore the unending ionic rigs around him, certainly inquisitive about and troubled by the vagaries of human nature as he digs deep and wide. The same state as this, I had a very rudimentary notion of Discipline and priorities though a good idea of things I loved to do and things I should do. As I continued to interact with the world around me, pulled by random ideas that I happily embraced, I radiated more energy split and did exude a good deviation from the accepted norms of discipline; blame it on Stark and Zeeman effects or a typical mindset endowed upon(‘gifted’ might sound an eulogy minus conviction).

I left home at 16, and have since been a boarder for the past 6 and half years. These years have been the actual formative years of my life, a quarter Gita for the rest of my life. My two years at Nalanda in AP have taught me a lot of values. The place was known for the disciplinary values it imparted to the student apart from the learning. I learnt punctuality and routine, hard work and perseverance, tolerance and passion. The community, students and faculty alike, were the single major agents that did to a great extent, condition my erstwhile notion of Discipline. And, competition demands a balanced Disciplinary level.

My engineering days put forth in front of me a host of opportunities, brought in a lot of perspectives and certainly did distort all conditioned notions of discipline to a point where I was confused as to what should the way of life be. All my life, there was one thing that never failed to propel me: Stand on my own. It’s futile to shout, but I have been through various phases of hardship and efforts to where I am today. Engineering taught me integrity of values. I have always thought that my way in those four years did suit me. I am still confused if they did compromise on my character. I have always made it a point to improve; I falter many a times and promise to me once again.

Needless to say, my stay at XIMB so far has taught me more lessons, esp. on Discipline and integrity, than my entire span of learning. Competition to the neck is a defining factor in the learning. Every concept taught in a lecture, has an analogy with something to do with our own self. Every second spent wisely is an investment for a world to accrue in times to come. I do falter, many a times, but I take back a lesson to put the next foot in the right direction. I do exhaust, but I wake up to a call for a reason to fill. There is no void in oneself that would go uncovered at the end of two years is what I believe. And to succeed, I have to manage my resources the best, know what I want and channel my effort into a single conduit. Though its dark end is hazy right now, I am sure the dots shall connect and I would have better things to write in my valedictory speech to my mother of learning, XIMB.

(Colon Cap D with a twinkle of hope in the wink :D)


Monday, June 1, 2009

Passions Unkempt ....

When I say I love You , I do
When I say I am getting mad, I am
Close Your eyes, take a deep breath
and for all the world , feel the touch
that crawls on in your mind
that haunts you in your sleep
that warns to rob you of your heart...
I can see the chaos ,
the passion unkempt,
in your eyes, they twinkle like stars
I can listen to the waves
that beat against your firm mind,
They call you to embrace them
and flow in their amorous cadence,
rise as they swell
and calm when they abate.
I can feel the tremor in your steps
they cry aloud that its true,
and I reverbate the beats of your bosom
they hardly veil any clue.
Logic can never fathom love
nor can they decipher
the music that buzz our ears,
Let your soul feel the zephyr
Let the moment break the cipher
'Cause, this is the moment
the tong of a bell
This is the flame at peak
This is the moment of truth
And if you feel than think
this is true,
Why don't you tell me..
You love me too ?

Friday, May 8, 2009

A Dead Poet by May !!

I have walked enough
on meadows decorated with pebbles,
and I have relished
the grass- wet and supple.
I have seen enough
that could stir me to write
I have felt a world
of senses
that sees nothing but fight-
a fight of actions with
words sawn off a shotgun
words blunt, words beautiful
words, that satiated my anxieties
as a lively cover-up tool
words that spilled my brains
and hearts onto roads
words that lied my pains
and fired blood in my goads.
They styled my voice
till I stood the test of time
now that I falter
its all a matter of shame
It 's something I dare not say
But I think
I am a dead poet by May !!

The girl, the angel,
the salt of my poems
ready to fly off, ready to swell
fanning my dreams to flames.
She had weaved magic in my heart,
spurred ruckus in my head
she has shaped my art
and words to my lines fed.
I wish she lives her best
- lives the charm of my words
I wish she conquers every test
and holds all her cards.
Wish she finds a man
to show her a better world;
a world beyond a web of words,
a world beyond paper-borne festivities.
I wish she finds the carnival
brimming with joy -
and mirth of pursuit
The man be me
and feet her own
but while she prepares for the noon
I fear
I would fade off soon
for my words would have
nothing to decorate-nothing to say
And I think
I am a dead poet by May !!

I fear I will fail to see
the symbols all around
I think I will struggle to read
the lines that
once an aria sound
I fear the leaves shall wilt
but for want of fresh water
and light to help them breathe
I fear the light shall distance
enough to be able to smother
and rob it of her fragrance.
I fear the soil shall dry,
and in case not
- the roots get weak
enough to pull the water beneath;
I fear I will lose the zeal
to ever attempt, draw
the sword from its sheathe;
I fear if any beauty
in any form,
will ever water my senses;
I pity
I would otherwise have to say
I am a dead poet by May !!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Wonder if it's called LOVE

I speak to myself,
immersed in your thoughts-
we discuss a thousand things,
we call upon a myriad shots.
He sleeps by your side.
He walks by you;
He loses track of time-shuns my pride.
I ask why ?
'cause I ain't got a clue.

He longs to meet you,
By your side-deep into an ocean
of vivid dreams-
He gets lost, yet gallops
with unbound joy on a timeless lane;
laughs, sobs, exudes pure madness,
dying to hear your voice,
relish your presence, relish your smile.
I pity, poor master,
he ain't got no choice.

He sees you in the weirdest things;
A rose is fine, but a burst of a cracker!
Stars and candlelights okay, but the glow of a bulb!
hazy etchings on a splendid moon,
smoke, ethanol and split waves,
slick stuff called gifts and hot babes.
He wishes strange things;
A passionate kiss, a sensuous touch
that could dope him a month
Believes in every other-than-natural force
Reckon he's drowning
God, please guide him to the shores.

Contemplating mysterious thoughts
He is lost in his own musings
Roaming restless across a labyrinth
sullied with emotional spills.
I debate him for logic,
but he's blind- got hardly any
and I guess he is falling sick.
I could mock, kick his butt
but he got no save
Its evident, the trapdoor's shut
and I stand helpless,
analogous to a chained slave.

I love him for the pleasures
I loathe him for the pains
My psyche's out of shape
and thoughts bounce for miles
Eyes transcend beyond vision
and I hear songs in silence.
Jump with glee-still on a chair
yet nothing I sense-
I am amused, intoxicated
and it feels like
romance is in the air !!
All for you-
and I just hope
He understand what I am going through.

The world for him seems changed,
Revolving around a point
called 'YOU',
An inexplicable phenomenon it stands,
every element of it addicts,
the insanity, the giving
the joy and the agony
ought to be savored whist it stays
or lest it wilts.
I wonder what you name this madness
I wonder if it's called 'LOVE'.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

The Reader - MyView

I just finished watching an Oscar nominated movie "The Reader".
I had earlier preferred against watching "The Milk" for its homosexual content.Pardon me, I am not that narrow-minded but I was just not very comfortable. But on the other hand, Curious Case of Benjamin Button absolutely blew off my mind.So, I had great expectations from this movie too. Dircted by Stephen Daldry, it is based on an award-winning novel by German law professor and judge Bernhard Schlink.

Set in the backdrop of the holocaust times, the movie deals with a wonderful relationship between Hanna Schmitz(Kate Winslet) and Michael Berg(David Kross).Hanna, isolated by her existence, finds this young guy, sick and dull. It wasn't that she was attracted to her. But as time flew by, and they happen to meet consistently and make love to each other, and they develop
a special chaste yet emotional bonding between them. It was like a symbiotic relationship. Michael used to read her books, many books and the relationship was something he had begun to identify himself with. It was something he couldn't live without now. It sort of filled the very gaps in his own life. It was like a fantasy escape for him.

But Hanna leaves one day and the whole dream ends for young Michael. They lead their lives in a disparate fashion. Michael moves on to study law and had almost left his past behind, till one day he visits a trial being a law student. And one among the accused is Hanna. The case is of a Jewish genocide and ultimately she confesses to writing a report that could prove her guilty. This was when Michael realises that she never knew reading itself in the first place. The ulterior motive though,is not very clear, it is undoubtedly the burden of guilt that had taken toll on her.

The next part deals with how they get into touch with each other. Michael(Ralph Fiennes) finds a way to read her books-tapes.He would tirelessly record tapes of his favorite books and send it to her.Meanwhile, Hanna decides that she would learn to read, and to write. She teaches herself listening to the tapes and lookin at the books.She writes several notes to Michael. This part is the part I liked the most. It so wonderfully potrays sacrifice and bonding in a relationships sans a name, sans any meaning yet with a profound effect that it leaves behind for both.

By the time she finishes her life term, she teaches herself how to read and write.
On the day she was meant to be released, she gives away her life. A calling perhaps that an important purpose of her life, being literate was accomplished coupled with the fear or intimidation of having to face a world as a perpetrator of 300 lives.
She leaves behind some money for the lone survivor of the fire, that Michael wishes to donate by her name.

Kate Winslet's role as an illiterate woman, who has to bear the guilt and shame of being responsible in a mass murder of Jews, as a Nazi gaurd for women prisoners, is challenging but she has done full justice to it. She emanates pathos, yet exudes her human side so vividly. It is the characters more than the story that actually lures one into the movie.

For some time into the movie, it seems to be dealing with maudlin story between a guy and a woman of varying ages. But as the story unfolds, there is every relevant emotion portrayed very wonderfully weaved into the scheme of things, in the best possible and most realistic manner.

I would rate it 7.5/10.

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Monday, February 16, 2009

Scribblings on a high

A long run into fantasies
and things wild, things unknown
dreams of a rosy life
resting all on a flower-spread couch
inebriated of sorts
by gallons of sensual teasers
Life rests on a velvet cot,
her legs numbed and heavy cracks;
the vignettes of life
and some chemical attacks
the entire reaction is
smothering rough,
a likely sour taste on my
interminable sweet tooths
a sweet glance into realities
a talk with my soul frees
weird traces of the psychedelic kick
and unfound zions
thad had me sick..
the mystery of this
unsung tutelage of life
though to every man does
preach the basics to strive,
points and often punches
straight on your face;
and 'watch out'
it says..
that's when u mend
sort your life better...
to get another high
to slip another time..
and yet not to lose..
but to rise ...
and to rise higher ..
another time !!!