I

I wish, and I get;
I control, and I win;
I imagine, and I create;
I ask and they do.

I am God
and I hate my job.

The Wall

a new genre - Heart Break
title - shamelessly copied from Pink Floyd
text -

The Wall

don't let go of the wall
don't show them the flesh
they only like tender flesh
when it's stuck in their claws

the joys they promise
the songs they sing
the worlds they create
: all illusions they bring

the best of their baits,
is the dance they fake

u turn they follow,
u part they whole
u press they move,
u fall they hold

u miss they shoot,
u give they take

and the music takes over
and u melt in their arms
love dance they call it
it's the height of their charm

and u let go of the wall
like a fool, u let go of the wall

like a fool, u let go of the wall
while they laugh the winning laugh
and like a true fool, u only feel the pain
when ur flesh is teared off

the dance all broken, the music all stopped
fool! it was a deathwish, to let the wall fall

Remember don't let go of the wall
don't show them the flesh

u keep it all wrapped, its the only one u got
u keep it very safe, after-all its ur heart

but if u've done the unforgivable
and let the wall fall down
and if u see in their smile,
blood glistening around

don't waste another moment, hurry

gather the wall's pieces, brick it up fast
bless it with a kiss, seal it with the past
and never let go of the wall again
never show them the flesh ...

don't let go of the wall
don't show them the flesh
they only like tender flesh
when its stuck in their claws

In latin style - the forgotten who

When you have fever, you tend to write sad poems. So did I, in the last 4 days.

While reviewing it, a friend passionately advocates getting them published. He emailed me in latin to make the effect more dramatic, arguing how unfair it is to the world.

Well, as I cannot write in latin (I don't know latin), I sent the reply in latin style. Hope it doesn't have any obvious grammer mistakes.

The world doth not fully comprehend

The world of a poet: a world so diverse.

It might rejoice but never can find the recces

Of her thought, or the drama in her verse.

The world only thinks: "this she speaks"

For there can be, no innocence in its view

& They that have the gift of understanding

Silent, indifferent, busy, distant; they are far and few

The world doth know numbers it sees; The world doth not know

That she is more than one, and she is more than two.

Words betray, and rhymes mislead. And the world fails to see

That when she writes, she writes as the forgotten who.

The first four lines, that the poet inks, cometh from her heart.

And the next four lines - two are just rhymes, two designed by art;

The rest of the lines - to her only one belongs, rest to someone new,

But the world doth not see, this 'someone new' and her apart

So shall I keep it hidden, deeming my art too high;

Lest the world finds and bids my 'sweet pretext' adieu.

Some hide in their skins, some in their worlds;

I hide in my words, and here shall I stay, as the forgotten who.

The angel of everything

What if there really IS an angel of everything?
and what if he asked you some day .. what do you want?
Imagine, u cud ask anything at all. What will u ask for.

My guess is everyone at such a stage will discover his altruistic genes and will end up asking for peace in the world, or enough food for everyone, or somethign else equally selfless.

But keeping that aside, what if you had to ask for something for urself - what will that be?
External beauty? The truth about the universe & the God? The truth about death? Inner Peace? Money? Fame? The ability to make a lot of money? The ability to become famous? The ability to invent Xerox machine?

And wudn't everytime the angel smile and give the same answer :)
YOU already have it, dumbo!

Even for the ability to become invisible! All you got to do, is discover it.

Value System "buddha" - "वेल्यू सिस्टम" बुड्ढा

खून जवान, पर "वेल्यू सिस्टम" बुड्ढा
कर सीना चौड़ा और सर ऊँचा
(मुझे पैसों की बड़ी ज़रूरत है)
मैं अपना सपना बेचने, बाज़ार पहुँचा

सोचा सपना मेरा प्यारा है, सबको सुनाऊँगा
थोड़ा सपना बाँटूंगा, थोड़ा पैसा पाऊँगा
होंगे नये दोस्त, नयी दुनिया, नयी किस्मत
करूँगा मेहनत, मिल बाँट कर खाऊंगा ।

यार, सर, मैडम सब मिले, नई दुनिया हमें बड़ी रास आई -
एक महीने में मार ली हमनें, सारे जीवन की मुस्काई
फिर ट्रेन से तेज़ धड़्कते दिल के साथ
सर जी को सपने की 'प्रेज़ेंटेशन' दिखाई -

इधर सर जी का माथा सिमटे, इधर हमारा डर डोले
पर फिर सर जी के होंठ हिले, भगवान प्रसन्न हुए, बोले -
"हम तेरे दोस्त हैं, 'डील' बिल्कुल 'फ़ेयर' करेंगे
बस साथ तेरा ज़मीर दे दे, फिर पैसे चाहे जितने जो ले"

ज़मीर की भी कीमत? ये 'डील' हमारी समझ ना आई
सही गलत की कदराई, हम तो करते हैं भाई
सो हमने सर जी से कहा "जी ज़मीर 'इज़ नाट फ़ोर सेल'"
और सर जी ने कर दी हमारी, रस्ता नपाई!

सब में होता है एक सर्वहितैषी गुण; दिल मेरा डोला -
"फ़ोर वन्स गुड" को उसने "फ़ोर मेनी'ज़ बेटर" से तोला
साहस की कमी ने, लिया द्विधा का रूप
और भीत पुरुष मेरे मन का, चित्कार कर बोला -

"नहीं नहीं सर जी, कुछ तो दया कीजिये
इस निरे मूर्ख को क्षमा कीजिये ।
इन पैसों की मुझे बड़ी ज़रूरत है
ज़मीर तो क्या, आप आत्मा भी लीजीये ।

जो दाम कहें आप, उस दाम पर दूंगा
बेच दूंगा ये आत्मा, पितरों से लड़ लूंगा
इन पैसों की मुझे बड़ी ज़रूरत है
आप कहें बस, आपके नाम ये जान कर दूंगा ।"

यूं टूट ही जाता मैं, जैसे कच्चे का धागा
पर भीत पुरुष मेरे मन का, डर 'उस' से भागा
'उस' के आगे क्या टिकता किसी रूप में भय
अभिमन्यू मेरे अन्दर का, जैसे सपने से जागा

मुठठियों को भींच कर, साँस अपनी खींच कर
वो गरजा मुझ पर, "रे कायर! होश कर"
और बोला आहिस्ते से, "भूल मत मनुज है तू!
भूल मत मनुज है तू, पग उठा कुछ सोच कर"

"ये मृत्यु है। तू मृत्यु से मत हार मान
भूल कर भगवान को, स्वयं को पालनहार जान
डर रहा है किससे तू? कौन तुझे छू सकता है ?
स्वयं को विजयी जान, तू आप को प्रहार मान"

"तू शान्त है तो शुभ्र है, तू उग्र है तो लाल है
अग्नि है विकराल है, आन्धियों सा काल है
कीर्ती भव, यशी भव; जयी भव, विजयी भव
और याद रख सही है जो, सत्य उसकी ढाल है ।"

"तू धर्म है, तू युद्ध कर, तू वीर है, प्रहार कर
चिन्घाड़ कर प्रतिकार कर; नर है तू न हार कर
न मौन रह अन्याय सह - कुछ दम्भ कर! कुछ मान कर!
है ब्र्ह्म तू, तू विष्णु है; शिव है तू, सँहार कर ।"

"तू लौट मत यूँ हार कर, निकला था तू कुछ ठान कर
ठीक है, तू लघु सही; मुझ अभिमन्यू का तो ध्यान कर
अन्तस में तेरे रहता हूँ मैं, इतना ही तो कहता हूँ मैं -
न मौन रह अन्याय सह - कुछ दम्भ कर! कुछ मान कर!"

अभिमन्यू रहा जीता सदा, हर युद्ध में, हर काल में
कहाँ से टिके उसके आगे, भय किसी भी हाल में ?

तो अब मैं उठता गिरता हूँ; गिरता हूँ, फिर से उठता हूं
चिर-धर्मयुद्ध है लड़ता हूँ, अभिमन्यू की जय करता हूँ ।

Shiting FROM Yahoo!

Yahoo! 360 advertisement / sales team is definitely a great team ... they actually force stuff in your hands and you thank them for it!

But apparently there is this competition thing going in there. Customer care has taken the challenge to ensure they loose more customers than the sales team can gather. They seem to be winning.

I am moving my blog from yahoo! to blogspot.

interesting: it isn't blaise pascal "for sure"

"I have only made this letter rather long because I have not had time to make it shorter."

Very interesting but probably it isn't by Blaise Pascal ... the quote is debated through and through and google isnt much help either. It will only take you to discussion pages so all that u can say with confidence is that "this is debated".

Here's my favorite discussion http://palimpsest.stanford.edu/byform/mailing-lists/exlibris/2003/07/msg00105.html
A librarian is trying to trace the origin of the quote but all the help the discussion offers is to go on to attribute it to Blaise Pascal, Voltaire, Augustin.

If u search long enough u can see it being attributed to Albert Einstein, Thomas Jefferson, Mark Twain, H.D. Thoreau, Oscar Wilde and others even by people who claim to be experts. But yes most prominently it is to Pascal indeed - may be he heard the use somewhere and used it and then went on to become famous. Who knows.

Anyway, the quote is beautiful. And a very good excuse too.

I created this blog to test some of the features I need to put in a new project; we need something similar like users being able to get a domain-prefix and put their stuff in specific templates at run-time. Did not expect to get some relevant material so soon.

An office-episode in which I was strongly supporting one side of the argument almost ended today. And through some conspiracy by the cosmos I got really context-sensitive dilbert-url in my e-mail. Here's my favorite piece:

Testing

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