Stochastic Cerebrations

Perhaps this will be the shortest post till date but I am heart broken..tears rolling down on my not so chubby but fair cheeks.. Cobie Smulders(Robin-Scherbatsky) is getting married! :( :( :( Well I just have one thing to say now - 

NOTE: I am NOT a Himesss Reshammiya fan/AC/etc. - if you inferred something from the title! So why such a huge stress on Oooooo! Blame it on sticky keys - nopes not the windows app. but the keys are actually sticking to my fingers since the time I accidentally dropped GluconD on it! What the hell..right? I call it Dafaq! How many times you type something and then without even thinking you close the app just to realize that you forgot to save the file? Or how many times your net starts behaving abnormally just when you had pressed the submit button and you are shown "Page cannot be displayed"? Couple of no. of times probably?  But can you expect a qualified Software Engg. to do the same blunders?  Why not? After all he too is a human being(umm..yeah). Atleast, I cannot! So what did I do? I wrote a entry..pressed the "publish" button and realized that due a recent power cut the network went down. So what's the big deal, wordpress maintains an auto saved draft ver

Getting old is not a new phenomenon..after all I am not an Olay user:-/ Forgetting things..yes! Am I doing anything..well nothing. ooh lala! How demoralized you can be when you know this is just the beginning. Talking to myself, always gives me an answer. Life is a cycle - be it love, silence, friendship, failures and successes.Even nature rides a cycle..sunshine..sunset and then rise again. Nostalgic, we get when we meet old friends, then we lose them just to find them again. Ignoring anybody's existence is a thing of past. Being at the age of a quarter of a century, I still discover and re-discover myself..a mucilaginous cycle you may say.  Stumbling upon this has always been a part of my life. The dullness of the sky and the wind around brings a sense of somber, and your only companion becomes the night.. The inner self attempts to burst, to speak to the reality,the world at large that I am here but unfortunately they are unheard and untold. People live life rather salubrious li

You enter a room in a jolly mood and you come out in a folly way. Then you enter another room, hit the bed and doze off! The alarm goes off with Chester Bennington screaming on top of his voice - "I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away" but still you love it. Soon you realize that your body was resting not only on the bed but on one of your arms. The same arm which had been the target of the folly the previous night.  You somehow manage to take it out and then what do you see? An arm resembling a bottlegourd which is hard to move. With the other hand you somehow lift it and just to find it shivering for no reason at all. Now what? Eureka!  It reminds you of how stupid you were couple of years back, performing some sort of stunt(to impress no one!) which left the same arm in a rupture state. You get up and start massaging it with the pain growing unbearable. You apply a spray..keep on massaging and then visit the good for nothing doctor! The doctor after a thorou

Dreams are colorful but nightmares aren't! Dreams are meant to be fulfilled but nightmares? Naahh! But, what if all of a sudden one of your nightmares creepily crawls into your life and you realize that it's too late to go back? No RGB, No CMY but only K! And you start experiencing Deja Vu, icing on a rotten cake. The world which you dreamt, becomes entirely different, middlingly brumous, obfuscated and flummoxing. The illuminations and picturesque scenery of your dream are often a mixture of some unknown Hex'es. It’s a scrupulous cognitve operation to recollect your dreams unless they are revenant. Dreams! They always enchant me, am not a mind reader nor I am a dream reader but I love to scribble down the fragmented events in a word processor. (Oh! how I wish I had a food processor in this room of mine!) Morning, afternoon, evenings and nights..dreams keep me occupied(Nincompoop?) and how I love to manipulate some of these limpid subconscious productions is beyond explanat

"At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance… We end today a period of ill fortune, and India discovers herself again" These lines by Pandit Nehru still haunts! India - 65 years of independence, 24 I have seen but still one question lingers - Are we really independent? Or is it just the illusion of independence. When a child is born he is under the guidance of parents and is totally dependent on them. They continue to influence him to make him what he is today. Rules and regulations become an integral part of his life - be it school, college or job.  At every point he is reminded of “Man is born free but lives in chains”. All excited, living with the dream of becoming independent and designing his own world - free of rules and regulations where he can

People do all sorts of thing when they fall in love but they do all the more maniacal things when they break up! Mr. Büyükkökten and Mr. Zuckerberg for example! From defining what a social network is over the web to what a social network can do.. From tasting a virtual donut! to a site down message..social networking taught many new things..and one of them was "About Me" section of Orkut! The one section which in a way was testing your creativity of writing god knows what! I was just going through one of the zillions file stored on my box..and happen to stumble upon my Orkut "about me", which I had written when I was half inebriated by sleep! It goes like: Word of caution - You are Entering to an abstract zone, kindly shut down your wisdom-ridden-senses, or else STOP RIGHT HERE! My Brain Has 2 Parts, Right And Left The RIGHT One Has Nothing LEFT In It And The LEFT One Has Nothing RIGHT in it... Alienated by the psychic ambience..deserted by the sane element, I carry

It is your pulse, your heartbeat. Its your energy, expression of life and expression in time and movement. It sets the rhythm. It about fun, letting your body loose and forgetting as if the world exists! DANCE! Do what you love to do and love what you do! Programming! Yes! That is the music my fingers like.. programming for hours and hours without a single second of feeling that I am tired! The 2nd year of grads and my fingers fell in love with .NET so much so that I ended up learning most of the .NET platform using the network of networks! Altercation with profs were the need of hour for me to let my love flourish. Learning new languages, coding and crashing the system(literally) defined me. The final year of grads..this love helped in publishing a research paper in an international journal. These days I hardly code, but when I do (Finaholics).. I go insane! The craziness which got buried emerges just like the phoenix rising from the ashes. Each and every time my system crashed, I had

"A picture is worth a thousand words" Humans to humans, animals to animals, humans to animals, plants to plants, non living things to living things - all Communicate. Communication is the thing which drives the universe. To communicate you require language but it can't be effective without the person using it. The deficiency of prosody and emotion makes a language lose a lot and hence it can make it one of the poorest form of communication. Formal and informal communication depends on the settings in which you are communicating. Emoticons/smileys are considered to be a part of informal communication. For me, they are the one of the best way to bring additional meaning to the emails/messages/letters. Sometimes, they are more than a substitute for a normal dialogue. "I am smiling" can be simply replaced by a colon and a parenthesis. Ha! that short! Blessing in disguise for a lazy ass like me :) No matter how easy one may find the use of emoticons, they should not