Enough of the hibernation; I was not lazy but busy. And something, no someone, broke me from the inertia. Well, this note is about 'someone'. All say that man is the distinct creature in the universe because of his ability to think. But I would say he is distinct and superior than all known and unknown beings because of his ability to feel and to emote.
Read Poornima Vijayan and know what I mean. The brilliant expression of her feelings is the one of the finest contemporary writings I have read. The writing is very different and unique. It is not that usual loquacious or verbose content made decorative, which diverts the reader from the crux with the most intricate details of anything and everything. Instead, there is LIFE in the words. Also, there is an inspiring remarkable picture in every post to match the mood. Ohhhhh.......that one is fantastic, genius !!!
The pride and the (soft) arrogance in the manner of her expressions ironically will make you intimate with the mood as if you feel them and will compel you to think about the rest of her. Women of such a quality have always been of immense interest to men. So I got interested to write about it this time. I doubt if this advertisement is unwanted and preposterous but I will consider myself forgiven for she herself says "I Finally Publish", and this small note of appreciation be treated a review of the published.
Do not forget to peek out to know what she is thinking now......
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Which One Shall I Buy ???
I am too much obsessed with searching to buy myself The Laptop. I have been now searching late nights and long weekends. My first requirement is that I need a 15.x inch Non-widescreen display where x >= 0. I feel that a wide screen display makes the laptop too big.
I have come down to these three models [preference in order of appearance] after doing some research, but I am feeling very difficult to choose which one to buy.
1. Dell Latitude D520
Reasons preventing me to buy:
Does not have a SD card reader
Does not seem to have a fire wire slot [not sure]
Is it ok media wise ?
2. HP Pavilion 6000t
Reasons preventing me to buy:
No idea of quality of HP laptops
Widescreen ???
Heard that the customer support is very poor
3. Dell Inspiron E1505
Reasons preventing me to buy:
Seems very very huge
Widescreen
Much Much heavier than the other two
Help me out in choosing the better model and correct me if the reasons preventing me to buy one of the above is incorrect.
Assumptions [Not required to mention at all]:
Anyway, Thanks In Advance !!!
I have come down to these three models [preference in order of appearance] after doing some research, but I am feeling very difficult to choose which one to buy.
1. Dell Latitude D520
Reasons preventing me to buy:
Does not have a SD card reader
Does not seem to have a fire wire slot [not sure]
Is it ok media wise ?
2. HP Pavilion 6000t
Reasons preventing me to buy:
No idea of quality of HP laptops
Widescreen ???
Heard that the customer support is very poor
3. Dell Inspiron E1505
Reasons preventing me to buy:
Seems very very huge
Widescreen
Much Much heavier than the other two
Help me out in choosing the better model and correct me if the reasons preventing me to buy one of the above is incorrect.
Assumptions [Not required to mention at all]:
For programming, internet surfing and little of mediaHope I am not greedy or a miser.
Good Performance, in any way you can imagine
Intel Core 2 Duo
2GB RAM
HDD Capacity >= 120GB
DVD/CD RW
Want to enjoy VISTA
IEEE FireWire Slot
USB Slots
LAN connection Slot
Bluetooth
WiFi
Total cost including buying paper towels for the manufacturer <= 1400 [Ok, negotiable]
No Toshiba and No IBM [I hate them brutally]
Anyway, Thanks In Advance !!!
A Walk !!!
After many many days, I enjoyed the evening walk. It has been days, may be more than a month that I started home from office in the early evening when the sun sets. I was feeling desperate to walk home in the dimming sunlight singing an evening song.
It is about a mile walk from office to the suburban light rail station. A mile walk full things to see and smile for yourself. It isn't dramatically vista studded walkway but there is this very humongous mountain range before you, beside you, behind you as you walk. The way the mountain changes its colors time to time and day to day is an invaluable piece of inspiration for me. You see it brown mid noon when the clouds hover above it for rest. You see them green in the evening. You see them mysteriously red-black at dawn. Without any reason, it seems to talk to me and touch my inner self. Well, that gives me company when I walk. I had that company today after a long time.
When you walk the way to the light rail station, you are privileged to walk the red carpet of technology. You walk by the boundaries of some of the giants in the IT industry. And there are hundreds of them around. You can take chance to think of the future where you do not need to walk at all. But I did not think of anything of the future today when I walked beside them cuz I was missing a walk.
I reminded myself that cars raced around from every corner this time of the day. When I saw them pass by me like a flash of lightning, I reminded myself that I counted them. I counted them by Benzs, Beemers and Corevettes. It was fun and my hobby. And when Beemers pass by me, I felt the soft gust that they sway on me, and long before I open my eyes back to see if they are 5xx or 3xx, they are gone far away racing towards the west to touch the sun at the horizon. I had the same fun today. I watched the Beemer pass by me to catch the sun at the horizon before it sets.
Today I walked by the green grass on the pavements and the I saw them greener. I guess that they too missed me for a while and perhaps increased a bit of contrast in their color showing off their joy seeing me, cuz I never stamp on them on the walkway. So did the yellow flowers on the wasteland ranch a few furlong from the light rail station. The yellow flowers are not daffodils. They are like the Picasso on the New York street, nameless and beautiful. They shine like gold in the evening. They are born every spring after winter on that wasteland. And they nod heads like daffodils to all passersby. But they know me well.
It is a feeling of freedom that I enjoy when I walk. I let my garbage thoughts fume out and let myself free and light like the air. Well, that was the entertainment I have been missing these days. When the sun was out ruling the sky, I had been in the office cave hiding like a vampire. I advised myself not to reason for missing a simple walk. As always, I hate monotony. And having a walk everyday will not make me feel monotonous cuz neither do I see the same girl on the road nor is the mountain green each day. It is the unexpected change and presentation on the walkway that entertains and inspires me.
It is about a mile walk from office to the suburban light rail station. A mile walk full things to see and smile for yourself. It isn't dramatically vista studded walkway but there is this very humongous mountain range before you, beside you, behind you as you walk. The way the mountain changes its colors time to time and day to day is an invaluable piece of inspiration for me. You see it brown mid noon when the clouds hover above it for rest. You see them green in the evening. You see them mysteriously red-black at dawn. Without any reason, it seems to talk to me and touch my inner self. Well, that gives me company when I walk. I had that company today after a long time.
When you walk the way to the light rail station, you are privileged to walk the red carpet of technology. You walk by the boundaries of some of the giants in the IT industry. And there are hundreds of them around. You can take chance to think of the future where you do not need to walk at all. But I did not think of anything of the future today when I walked beside them cuz I was missing a walk.
I reminded myself that cars raced around from every corner this time of the day. When I saw them pass by me like a flash of lightning, I reminded myself that I counted them. I counted them by Benzs, Beemers and Corevettes. It was fun and my hobby. And when Beemers pass by me, I felt the soft gust that they sway on me, and long before I open my eyes back to see if they are 5xx or 3xx, they are gone far away racing towards the west to touch the sun at the horizon. I had the same fun today. I watched the Beemer pass by me to catch the sun at the horizon before it sets.
Today I walked by the green grass on the pavements and the I saw them greener. I guess that they too missed me for a while and perhaps increased a bit of contrast in their color showing off their joy seeing me, cuz I never stamp on them on the walkway. So did the yellow flowers on the wasteland ranch a few furlong from the light rail station. The yellow flowers are not daffodils. They are like the Picasso on the New York street, nameless and beautiful. They shine like gold in the evening. They are born every spring after winter on that wasteland. And they nod heads like daffodils to all passersby. But they know me well.
It is a feeling of freedom that I enjoy when I walk. I let my garbage thoughts fume out and let myself free and light like the air. Well, that was the entertainment I have been missing these days. When the sun was out ruling the sky, I had been in the office cave hiding like a vampire. I advised myself not to reason for missing a simple walk. As always, I hate monotony. And having a walk everyday will not make me feel monotonous cuz neither do I see the same girl on the road nor is the mountain green each day. It is the unexpected change and presentation on the walkway that entertains and inspires me.
The Saddist !!!
Time is a saddist. It will make you await the moment you have been expecting, sucking up all your energy. And the moment goes away just like that, and it becomes past very easily like all that happened happened ages back or was a dream. Nobody can guess whether time runs fast or slow.
I am at the airport now. I cannot say if I have been waiting for the moment to fly to the US, though I have to. But time had made me blind until before this moment. When I open my eyes now, I am sitting in an air plane ready to fly to a place far far across the oceans and from where my loved ones cannot hear me. Time did not let me learn that.
Let me close my eyes now, and when I wake up.........
Happy Valentine's Day !!!
I was thinking every now and then from the morning about the opening words for this post cuz this is a special post on a special day. I was sure how to end it, of course, with a "Happy Valentine's Day". Considered to be a very special day for those with mates, it is on the contrary a day of mourning for those still holding rose in hand.
That was not the special beginning I wanted to give for the post. Anyway, I have started. A general important information about the day I would like share is that it is a day for spreading an air of compassion. It is not the way it means now. I cannot wake Saint Valentine and present him for verdict.
Anyway, my wishes for a good time for all those with mates (girlfriends). And for those who are still holding a rose with hope, enjoy the day with the verses from Mahakavi Bharathiyar:-
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From nowhere in this world will you get such words of love and pain it causes. And ironically, the words are the consolation themselves, and you can rejoice with that this day. So Happy Valentine's Day, and spread compassion.
That was not the special beginning I wanted to give for the post. Anyway, I have started. A general important information about the day I would like share is that it is a day for spreading an air of compassion. It is not the way it means now. I cannot wake Saint Valentine and present him for verdict.
Anyway, my wishes for a good time for all those with mates (girlfriends). And for those who are still holding a rose with hope, enjoy the day with the verses from Mahakavi Bharathiyar:-
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From nowhere in this world will you get such words of love and pain it causes. And ironically, the words are the consolation themselves, and you can rejoice with that this day. So Happy Valentine's Day, and spread compassion.
The Scary Shock !!!
Finally I was sitting amongst other people in the air craft who seemed to be punished by time like me. I cannot say what was running in my mind. I remember thinking of my baggage to be safely delivered. I also remember thinking if there would be very good looking air hostess this time or not, and will I get a chance to flirt with them. And at times when I happened to look out of the window, I was wondering about the aerodynamic air craft wing, science and technology.
When I was air borne, I had a few rounds of white sweet wine before having my midnight dinner. I felt happy and my spirits were flying as high as the air craft, and was singing too. And I felt asleep like a baby. I do not remember what I was dreaming.
Like a heavy thunder striking the earth crust, like an electric shock fed to the sensitive part of the body, I was thrown out of the dream; not awake yet. I could sense only the shock, the thrust and nothing else. I was feeling cold, shrunk and painful. My fingers and hands seemed to be frozen and crumpled, my tongue seemed to be falling out of my mouth and my eyes were rolling to the inside of the cavity. And everything that I felt made me feel as if I was being hanged out of the air plane. I felt like a cripple, I felt epileptic. My spine was transmitting the shock to the entire part of my body, head to toe, through every nerve.
It took me a while and great strain to get to my conscious and when I opened my eyes, the air craft was half dark. I do not know if the passengers beside me noticed what I was going through. If they had taken a look at my face or hands, it would have been a nightmare for them. It is another nightmare for me when I try to guess what was that happened to me and why ?
When I was air borne, I had a few rounds of white sweet wine before having my midnight dinner. I felt happy and my spirits were flying as high as the air craft, and was singing too. And I felt asleep like a baby. I do not remember what I was dreaming.
Like a heavy thunder striking the earth crust, like an electric shock fed to the sensitive part of the body, I was thrown out of the dream; not awake yet. I could sense only the shock, the thrust and nothing else. I was feeling cold, shrunk and painful. My fingers and hands seemed to be frozen and crumpled, my tongue seemed to be falling out of my mouth and my eyes were rolling to the inside of the cavity. And everything that I felt made me feel as if I was being hanged out of the air plane. I felt like a cripple, I felt epileptic. My spine was transmitting the shock to the entire part of my body, head to toe, through every nerve.
It took me a while and great strain to get to my conscious and when I opened my eyes, the air craft was half dark. I do not know if the passengers beside me noticed what I was going through. If they had taken a look at my face or hands, it would have been a nightmare for them. It is another nightmare for me when I try to guess what was that happened to me and why ?
The Godmother !!!
It takes great effort and great courage to lead a life of truth. That is one of the invaluable things that I learnt from the old lady in the picture. And it is all her optimistic state of being that has given hope and strength to her family. Even when there were hurdles and pain of all sorts all around her, she has led the life of a perfect wife, a noble mother [bless the kids], a humble relative and the mother of many hungry workers and the motherless. For those of us who knew her, she is an icon.
She takes great pride in being the president of all the homely proceedings, be it any auspicious day or a festival or a marriage in her family tree. Never is it a festival if she does not wake up with all those sacred creatures of the Hindus. And when you open your eyes, there is eternity everywhere, first with a cup of fresh coffee followed by a humble command to all to take a shower in the snowless freezing early morning with the water warm enough to stretch your nerves and your chest against the cold cold morning.
You should see her prayer room and for a tiniest of the unit of time, you will wink your eyes to check if it is really the Lord amidst those pious oil/ghee lamps she had decorated or is it just the idol. She is very devotional, very proud and stubborn of the customs, rituals and rites. After having the divine conversation with God, she then distributes the edible blessings so piously as if she got that from God Himself. For the whole of the scene, I keep smiling watching her and wonder that this uneducated innocent woman unknowningly is contributing to save the identity of the Hindu and his land.
Even at this ripened age, she thinks energetic. I wonder if she draws her energy from the Sun. And when you call her up anytime and chat with her - "What is special ?". She says "Nothing but everything is special". Well, i do not know if you believe that words do magic. Well, they have done and do when she says that. My strength and happiness doubles on hearing those words. For any other person, they may be just fake words made up for consoling, but to me they are the words of an honest bold old woman who carries a load of experience of the experiments that Truth has tried on her and a woman who has never failed. And so i have great concern for those words.
That old woman is my granny, the Godmother of our family tree. After almost an year of hunt in search of knowledge and wealth far far away from home, this young man is going to shake hands with her. I believe she will understand from the hand shake that neither the wealth nor the knowledge I hunted will ever equal her wealth of virtues and her love for me. I am awaiting to feel the bliss of seeing her empty mouth open wide with a big smile, bigger than the crescent of the quarter moon, on seeing me.
At times, she makes me feel like a child - helpless, and I curse God for Mortality.
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