The ThinkTank Chronicles.

This is my journey from the deeply mysterious to the outrageously silly and mundace happenings of my life. the lows and highs, the ups and downs. And maybe a Simple Harmonic Motion to an exponential curve. Mathematical, Scientific, Theistic, Philosophical, Logical,Social, every conceivable idea.

Monday, May 31, 2004

The Travails of the modern life

This is my cynical review of the present pace of life. Fast zooming careers in equally sleek zooming cars. We are always short of time trying to catch up with ... others

A rather small one, but I'll update it as soon as I think I can add something meaningful to it


Modern Life
11-1-2004


The anorexic bodies, the artificial smiles,
Parents and kids apart by miles.
Lives that begin with the owl's hoot,
Hearts that are dark as the chimney soot.

The warm compliments that people dont mean,
The words of promise on none can lean.
Foods and luxuries that all money can buy
But not a moment together to spend by.

Culture and tradition are long forgetten,
Parties and pubs are all we think of, often.
To death onto we shall take this burden,
for now we stand, on the corpses of our brethren.
|| KoPoS, 1:13:00 PM || link

We don't need no thought control

The craziness for the excellence 'only in education' is reaching epidemic proportions here. I already feel sad for the new age kids who dont know what its like to play in the rain, or having a friendly wrestle or sweating it out in the sun. It is all for those kids who shoulder the ambitions of someone else. Let them be free. Please. You are bringing up a generation of sad and moronic vegetables.

I hope the poem speaks for itself.


The Child
22-12-2003


The burden of books
and the furtive looks
The daily tests
and the unending quests
Parental anticipation
and the peer competition
With dreams of life they dont aspire
Wealth and discipline isnt they they require
The morning sun they dont know about
the warm breeze is a freezing clout
The race for wealth is growing mad
the rules of the game are bad and mad
With fear in the hearts
And tears in the eyes
They trudge along painfully
the burden of satchels bring them down heavily
Slowly and painfully the soul in them cries
For joy and love thats rightfully theirs
Nothing in this world now can save,
For, the child within has met his grave.
|| KoPoS, 12:55:00 PM || link

The Stranger

Agony is what that is found in the most beautiful experiences known to humans - Love. Love without doubt is a cornucopia of feelings. Living in the bliss of happiness of the significant other is a wonderful feeling. But sometimes they get hurt. And we do too. And that is when in one of the times, when she said that I was no longer the one she knew, that I was now a complete stranger to her...that this one just came up.


Stranger
22-12-2003


The eyes aren't the ones I fell in love with
Nor is the voice the one that chattered for hours unending
You are the one no more
The one in you i know no more

The shoudlers arent strong anymore
The ears for once arent patient no more
The smile's aint the one i fell in love with
The pain in love is cruel in its zenith

Time had played its cruel cards
Wrecked on you its wretched trumps
The wounds of fate has bruised your heart
All that remains is a mortician's art

Gone is the love for me that you were once full of
Lost in the sands is the heart of mine
You are the same one no more
In you I see my love's demise

The sweetness in your lips I taste no more
The love in your eyes I used to adore
The one in front of me I fail to recognize
For, a stranger is before me is what i realize...
|| KoPoS, 12:14:00 AM || link || (5) comments |

The Night Changes Me

This just came to my mind as I was done watching 'The Last Samurai'. Ive seen and talked to my friends. Most of the times I found that the things they have done which though were wrong, were done because they knew they would NOT be caught.

So I decided I will maybe explore this psyche where we do things[aka sins] when we know we wont get caught. And most of the times we dont do them because we might get caught.

My poem was mainly aimed at pornography, but at another level I set out to find out that would we resist doing something wrong if we knew we will never get caught. In the absence of some overlord authority would we still be righteous ourselves? A huge question...


The Night Changes Me...
24-12-2003


When ignorance is just but a fading mask,
and the strength of the heart is a dying song.
When values of life is an outmoded trend,
and the respect of women is a penny's lend.

The demon of the eden lurks in the dark,
succeeding in enticing the gullible heart.
Where the heart is just a shameless slave,
in the shadows of the night it revels in sin.

When the veil of darkness spreads its wings
there the vile of lust is a voyeur's inn.
The chivalry of heart is a samurai's corpse
useless lifeless disemboweled...

The god in me bades a transient break
the control of the mind the satan takes.
Indulging in sin I revel in the mire
doomed am I to burn in the hell's fire.

Day after day I fear the night
The evils of sin make me shiver in fright
Because in those moments of my life
The night changes me...
|| KoPoS, 12:05:00 AM || link || (1) comments |

Sunday, May 30, 2004

The Second One I Wrote

This one was for my first girlfriend. And do i need to say more?


Girlfriend
11-07-2002


A woman, i heard from people past,
Had many a form that would keep us aghast,
Essence of life is she,
Lucky aren't we ?
Seen her in many a form have i,
A mother and some sis' are all i have.
Teachers always i had by my side,
Not a real friend to share the feelings i hide.
A true friend is what i crave for,
A friend for life is what i ask for.
Promise me that you will never leave me,
Be on my side is what i decree.
A miracle is it that we met again,
Let me not again feel the pain.
Missed you for so long,
Let our lives together prolong...
|| KoPoS, 11:59:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

reSolution

Well, having a blog and not using it effectively really is something im not really in favor of. In so time that I have online presence, I have been surfing about on the net, Ive decided that I will put all my poems past present and the future ones online. It gives me a lot of satisfaction and a feeling of self-worth. Well without much ado each poem is probably from my own experience. And also its from the experiences that people might feel.

A poem to me is just an experience and a change of perspective of looking at things good and bad. And things that are gray, as in reality most of them are...Though for each of the poem ill try to explain why ive written it the way ive written.

Off you go. Here comes the list.
|| KoPoS, 11:43:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

Tuesday, May 25, 2004

"Yuva" A Maverick's Dream

Well, after a long wait I saw the Telugu version of "Azitha Eyuthey"(???) "Yuva". Yuva is in Telugu means "youth". The young guns of today who are the future and fate of any country. I found it to be an extreme eyeopener. Never have I loved being in the theater and just not wanting to get up from the seat even after the film was over!

Madhavan as "Samba", the hooligan from the lowest strata of the Society. For him, he comes first as he believes only in one thing 'the society gave him nothing and so he is not indebted to it in any way'. And Surya as Michael Vasant, the student from the economic middle class with ideals as his life. He is violent but only in the case of his ideals and ethics. He will stand up to a cause no matter what, if he feels he needs to stand up to it. And then there is Siddharth as "Arjun", an upper class yuppie who is there to live life as it is to be lived...with money. And then there are thier love interests too.

Lot was said about the abrupt ending, but I felt no need to. A class movie that caters to your brain and questions your heart. Go with a braod mind and get ready to learn something valuable.

I find no reason why the newspapers are making "Yuva" look like a complete no-brainer. On the contrary im losing all my faith in the media which project skin-flicks and slash-flicks as the coming of age of the Indian Film Industry. Mani Ratnam's attempt is laudable for the reason that finally it shows a way and questions our own commitment to our nation. Finally...

Finally, a movie that stops cribbing and answers the questions! Hail MR.
|| KoPoS, 11:45:00 AM || link || (1) comments |

Saturday, May 22, 2004

Linux Blues

First of all. This has nothing to do with IBM working on/with GNU/Linux.
Next, all references to Linux means GNU/Linux.

With my Windows partition gone haywire and not intending to install for sometime now, Ive been solely working in Linux. Having worked solely on windows for more than a year now, I felt so disconnected at first. But now, working on Linux for three works continuously, I feel so ... *put in any positively happy word*.

Well, thats only one part of the story. Now that Im in Linux and the rest of my campus works mostly in Windows, the interconnection has been kinda creepy. So just wrote a simple perl script to mount a network windows pc. it took not more than 30 mins to fresh up on perl and finish the code. nothing spectacular in itself other that that, it reduces my work for typing in
mount -t smbfs -o username=some-name //ip-adddress/remote-drive some-local-drive everytime.cool piece of code ;) B-)

Now i see why perl is so popular. of course the prototyping issues apart, it does the work ! fair, clean and neat.
|| KoPoS, 6:23:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

Thursday, May 20, 2004

The ByteBard in Bits

Have been really into barding of late. The count is at 25 soon and its still going strong. My favorite genre stretches into the dark, gloomy to the thorough romantic, optimist. I like touching all shades of life, thats what makes it colorful. And its just a freaky collection there. Sometimes they have no meaning too...A sample follows.

My Friend

Alone and frightened, I shall come searching for you,
My friend,
Blind and hungry, I'll come knocking at your doors,
My friend.

When the merciless world has shirked itself away from me,
Sons that left me alone in the raging fire,
Of forgotten vows that traitored me alone at the end,
And of friends selfish that wont spare a smile,
And a lonely self that just lies helpless...

When all that remains is an urn of ash,
When the body has lost all its sense of mortal existence,
In the end when all that remains of life is a misled hope.
Stripped of the riches and the earthly ties,
When all the thoughts and acts are only a hazy memory.

In those times, dark and unnerving,
I shall come in search of a true friend,
Who promised to walk with me all along,
Into a new life that started lifeless.

With a cosmic blaze so dazzling with life,
Shall engulf me into an immortal embrace.
Like a mother that tends carefully to its hurted child,
As a true lover that stays by me all along.

In the last odyssey of my life,
When all the friends and foes are the same,
And promise to be my only succour,
In this shameless world that left me lifeless.

As a man of honor stay true to it, my friend,
Keep up the bargain and let me stay, my friend,
Promise this word to me, my friend,
And I promise, I'll welcome you when,

When you come knocking, searching for me,
Death, my friend...
|| KoPoS, 4:49:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

New World

With congress holding the reins to the government both at the center and the state, I just hope they try to keep up their good work. With the kinda promises blurted out in theie manifesto, I just hope they take time to analyze and do all that is necessary to keep the faith. Both the earlier governments have been pro-reformist, but both were shown the boot. Why?

Well, both being the pro-rich, pro-urban middle class governments was the main factor. Many factors also played foul with their future, notably the erractic non-existent monsoons, for one. But even then it still surprises me that Mr.CBN didnt have one major project in all his 9 years of rule! And almost forgot about the remaining 70% of the population that still struggles for a square meal a day! Guess, its natural he was shown the exit...

And IF congress does the same, it will be shown the boot too. Only if India has visionaries instead of leaders as politicians. hmpfff......
|| KoPoS, 4:32:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

Wednesday, May 12, 2004

National Language. Culture and Tradition

Being a diversity that India is, it comes as no wonder if I begin to wonder about the future of the culture and tradition of my own regional language. For instance each state has its own unique language. Each of this language has its own unique tradition and culture and is firmly based in some socio-economic-ethical-philosophical reasons. I value my own Telugu tradition and regard it very high and would do everything to conserve this treasure. But, but, in such a situation where the future is towards the unification into a global citizen how can we still conserve our own traditions? Does making a language a national language ensure its future? On the contrary how justifiable is it to ask for making a language a national language only because we want to conserve it. This considering the fact that most of the regional languages are a minority.

Language to me is always a tool for communication and expression.

I for one believe that a language that cannot be spoken by the majority might have already lost its claim in the annals of history. For eg Greek and Latin have just melted into the sands of time just precisely for the same reason. But steps must be taken to ensure such a treasure here is not lost. It might then become the role of the state governments to ensure their treasures of language, tradition and culture are not extinct. And the current wave of youth, senior citizens too, should feel proud of their culture and traditions and uphold them. But we have to remember that, finally, in spite of all our differences we are one.

We have already lost wonderful treasures of varied traditions by our short-sightedness. Such traditions and cultures are a part of a national treasure. But in this steps of conserving our own cultures and traditions let not jingoism play havoc with the national thread of unification. Respect other person as a human, a friend if possible. Dont impose your language on others. Let them speak their own.But _you_ as a person must not forget your own. Live and Let Live.

Its tough but its aint impossible either.
|| KoPoS, 11:15:00 AM || link || (0) comments |

Monday, May 10, 2004

Im in

Blog. A new phenomenon in the cyberzone. Its tough to miss out on such a phenomenon especially in this digital realm. Makes the whole world a small place to live in. Thinking of this it just makes me wonder. 'What is this fuss all about?' 'What makes us follow the thoughts and lives of others?' May be it satisfies the exhibitionists in us. And may be even pacifies the voyeurs too. May be something else. Im in no idea to make a moral judgement on this. Im still not yet a part of this experience.

Im just here to have fun, make friends,live a life worth living :)

ciao.
|| KoPoS, 10:20:00 PM || link || (0) comments |

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