Song without a reason

Thr can be a song without a word,
without a rhyme or voice
there can be some with bangs
which might as well be noise :P

thr're some u just hum,
thr're some u roar aloud,
thr're some u fall asleep to,
then thr're some which won't allow :P

thr're some which make u feel right,
thr're some which make u sad,
thr're some which make u feel bright,
and thr're some which make u glad

thr're some which won't leave ur mind,
thr're some which you don't mind, :P
thr're some which are ur reflection,
thr's one of every kind.


thr's a song for every mood,
thr's one for every season,
thr's a song for every day,
and here's one without a reason :)

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PS: Whatever. Just stay with /\/\usic :P \m/

प्रेमिका की व्यथा

कर्णो से वह तुम्हे निरखती
आँखों से है तुम्हे वो सुनती
रसना उसकी तुम्हे छु जाती
है जीवन उसका मदमाती

तुम आते तो क्रंदन करती
तुम जाते तो कलरव करती
'जग को ना लगे खबर हमारी '
मन ही मन वह हँसती, रोती

'वह गुलाबी रंग ना दो '
'मुझे नहीं जचता ' कहती वो
जानती है यह रंग गुलाबी
याद दिलाएगा प्रियतम की

'मुझे नहीं खानी यह अमली '
'कितनी खट्टी और कसैली '
याद उसे है तुमको कितनी
भाती थी वह मीठी अमली

विरह और व्याकुलता है बस
प्रेम तो जैसे भूल गयी
एक स्पर्श अपने प्रियतम का
पाने को वह जूझ रही

-
सिद्धार्थ

The beginning 4 lines represent how her senses have mixed. She is supposed to hear from ears, but she sees. She is supposed to see from her eyes, but she hears. She is supposed to taste from her tongue, but she feels. The love of the girl has messed her senses.

In the next 4 lines, she tries to hide the extent of her love towards the lover from the society. She cries when he comes and shows she is not happy. Crying here is an exaggeration. She laughs when he goes and shows she is not sad. Laugh again is an exaggeration.

Next 4 lines signify that she is trying to 'disown' the color pink, as her lover used to like her in that color. Wearing that color would only remind her of him. She instead says that the pink color doesnt look good on her.

Next lines say that since her lover used to like a particular dish very much, she is unable to eat it in his absence. Instead she says that it is bitter and sour.

The concluding lines tell about her state and how she is desperate to get even a touch of her lover. As she is continuously in state of separation and restlessness, she might have even forgot the feeling of love.

Some Shorties

Recently I came across something called as "shorties" and you can guess it refers to micro-stories. The word limit is 55 words for each one.

Shorty 1:

वह बोली कि उन दोनों को अब अलग हो जाना चाहिए क्योकि वो एक निहायत ही निकम्मा, बेकार और बेवकूफ इंसान है. जाने से पहले उसने उसे लताड़ते हुए बताया किस तरह उसका पालतू "चम्पक" उससे अच्छा है. आज उसके चेहरे पर मुस्कान तैर गयी, जब उसने उसके ऑरकुट सुरक्षा प्रश्न का सही जवाब दिया. "चम्पक".

Shorty 2:

रोज़ की तरह आज भी वह मेरे लिए लाल गुलाब लाया. हम दोनों ने कुछ पल साथ गुजारे. उसके चेहरे की उदासी से मैं अनभिज्ञ नहीं थी. कल फिर आने का वादा करके वह चला गया.
आज उसे किसी और के साथ देख के मुझे दुःख हुआ. मृत्यु पश्चात् प्रेम और व्यवहारिकता में व्यवहारिकता जीत गयी.

Shorty 3:

उसके चारो ओर अंधकार व्यापत था. उसके लैपटॉप की रौशनी ही प्रकाश का एकमात्र स्त्रोत थी. बाहर बरसात और तीव्र हवा मानो एक दूसरे पर हावी होना चाहती हो. वह काफी समय से कुछ जबरदस्त लिखना चाहता था. अचानक उसके दिमाग में बिजली कौंधी और लैपटॉप के बटन पर उसकी उंगलियाँ नृत्य करने लगी. "उसके चारो ओर अंधकार...."

The Sixth Sem

So,"Hi" after a looooong time, people. I'm writing a post almost after a semester. For those of you who are thinking "What took him so long anyways?", I would like to say, sorry to keep you waiting guys, I was caught up in the routine stuff of getting
"elec"trocuted, and had one of the hectic semesters. So, didn't feel like writing when we had those Analog Circuits labs consuming my weekends (Ah..How much I missed them, my weekends, mind you).

Blogging is like a long term relationship. It initially gives pleasure, makes you feel high, and you are always thinking of new things that will spice it up even more. But then you gradually tend to feel in your hearts of heart that it is becoming time consuming, you are running out of stuff that will keep it alive, and hey, after all it is just blogging not some long term relationship.

So in this first post, after a long break, I would summarise this semester. Hectic as it was, was painful as well. Analog circuits lab as I mentioned above was like 8 in terms of painfulness on the scale of 10 (10 being DDP under u-know-who in VLSI, man has got a "peace"ful name though :)). Another was EMEC lab. It was like a cake walk through out the semester, but common you need to know that pain can either be distributed or impulsive. After taking the final exams and viva, I posed myself a great mindboggling question "What should be the maximum weightage for final exam so that I do not get a cup?". I think there needs to be a reshuffling of the labs. They need to be in the same semester as the theory courses mainly for the two reasons that are off the top of my head. One being you take up all the pain in one semester rather than a uniformly distributed pain. Helps you in not becoming numb of constant torture. Secondly, OK...I agree we are supposed to remember the stuff we learnt last semester, but common, it was LAAAST semester! Anyways, next thing was Internship. Slightly painful, mostly because of the stupid recession. But ended up modestly. One weird course was EM Fields. HSR took the course, held it up to his reputation by giving a few SCILAB assignments intially, (then he also gave up in those I guess) and while maintaining a constant feel of "What the hell is this lecture all about ?". Exams were no different, as I had an almost same feeling of "What the hell is this question all about ?". Analog Communications was an interesting course mostly because of the Prof. BR. His classes were entertaining. 25 minutes of fart, 15 minutes of bulb and 10 minutes of good old chalk and board. But that prof is one of them because of whom elec. dept here is known (in all good sense :) ). Rest courses VLSI Design, PSP, AD Filters, OR were more or less same usual story. Analog and Digital Filters was funny in the first half :) (Why? - "Why don't you figure it out and tell me?"). VLSI design was good but a shocker for the prof herself. PSP was a nice course to tell me that I don't want to go anywhere near power lines.

That pretty much sums up everything about the academia of the semester. The non academic life was not as much as flamboyant as the academic one. After the semester I resumed a peaceful but dull life of mine. Went to the Tirupati temple, after a 3 year old nagging from Chandy. By the end of June I would be home for my sister's wedding.

So..finally fourth yearites we our! Seriously, feels like yesterday. Anyways, hoping to write more frequently. C Ya!

It Feels Nice To...

It feels nice
1.) to make someone laugh who is wearing a face pack.
2.) sometimes to laugh out loud when you are in deep trouble.
3.) to bug others for learning their language knowing fully that you are bugging them.
4.) to see someone speaking your language when of course he/she does not have much clue of what he/she is speaking.
5.) to sleep in the morning till 7:50 when the classes begin at 8 (& when, of course, you don't want to miss them ;))
6.) to give someone what they deserve.
7.) to lie down, read newspaper while listening to music, knowing that you have got absolutely nothing to do.
8.) to know that some people will always miss you, love you, and care for you come what may.
9.) to do something that really interests you, when, may be, its result is not of much importance.
10.) to observe the background noise (background music, if you want to say it that way) while in a crowded place.
11.) to have completed tasks within deadlines.
12.) to drive a car on your own.
13.) to take a nap in a tough day.
14.) to see your complex circuit working in first shot(afterall, I'm an elec guy ;) )
15.) to have a clean room ! (No! Not in elec. terms now.)
16.) to laugh till you cry.
17.) to have a coffee while its raining. (I don't like rains, but anything with coffee must do :) )
18) to play poker with your friends until you are tired of saying "Ok...final chance"
20.) to observe that there is no number 19 :)
21.) to read something like this ,isn't it? ;).

I read the following some days ago:

World wide survey was conducted by the UN. The only question asked was:
"Would you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"

The survey was a huge failure.
In Africa they didn't know what 'food' meant,
In India they didn't know what 'honest' meant.
In Europe they didn't know what 'shortage' meant.
In China they didn't know what 'opinion' meant.
In the Middle East they didn't know what 'solution' meant,
In South America they didn't know what 'please' meant And
in the USA they didn't know what 'the rest of the world' meant !!!

Sweet Bicycle O' Mine

Bicycles are the major way of commuting in almost every institute for students these days. Among them, save some lucky dogs who have the pleasure of sitting comfi on the seats of bikes and similar two (some even have four) wheelers. Removing such people, the whole student community can be divided into some categories. First category, nice people, (why nice?), I am in this category. They have the bicycles in working condition. If you are bicycle less, you either have to look for the insti buses, or you have to choose a "lucky" guy for sitting on his bicycle's carrier (I don't know who is "luckier", you or he, as the carrier is made up of iron and your...well you know it). These two constitute the 2nd and 3rd categories, respectively. Or if you are one of those health conscious beings (not too much time conscious though) you will like to go on foot, but these are in minority. So, coming to my bicycle. Why is it special? It takes revenge. "Revenge"? Yeah! "Of what?”. Of me giving my bicycle to the people of yet another category, the fourth category, continuously strengthening in number. These are the ones who have their bicycles punctured, lost or its key lost, etc, etc. Guess my bicycle doesn't like anyone else except me climbing on it. The condition becomes more pathetic when you are surrounded by friends who belong to the last three categories.

The kind of revenge it takes might appear to be funny to you, but it gets onto my nerves at times. Firstly, the chain. The chain of my bicycle is like a magician's knot which loosens the moment it appears to be almost undoable. And the interesting part of it is, it loosens only when I'm riding the bicycle, and not when anyone else is riding it. Can you believe it? The irritation becomes higher, if someone comes and says "Great bicycle, da! It's so smooth and flawless!” Here, some of our friends who are mathematically inclined must feel the urge to say that "You idiot! It is ought to happen. You are the one riding the bicycle most of the time. So, the probability of its chain loosening with you riding it is higher than anyone else." At this point, Einsteins, I would like to clear the doubt, that I'm not the one riding MY bicycle most of the time; it's the people of fourth category. Anyways, once I was the "lucky" guy to give ride to this friend of mine. As soon as I turned my bicycle after dropping him, the spokes of the rear tire bent while some of them simply broke off as if they wanted to say "You are lucky indeed".

These are just little revenges which I almost became habitual of, until my bicycle showed its ultimate anger. After coming from mess, having our afternoon coffee, I and Torpi were on the way back to hostel on bicycles. Torpi (the devil) asked me to show some guts and called me for a bicycle race. Initially I said "childish" and soon after I became "childish". I paddled harder, and soon gained enormous speed. Torpi's poor bicycle couldn't catch up. Just when I was about to clear the hypothetical line which would have marked my victory, something happened which I can't explain as it involves some hi funda mechanical failure that can happen to any bicycle, but for the sake of our understanding, I will say it acted as an instantaneous brake for the front wheel and I did a wheelie. Now, I don't think I need to explain to you what happened to me next. They say that I was air borne for like some, eternity. I broke my pair of glasses; thankfully none went into my eyes. What can be regarded as a perfect timing, is, we had our CY102 quiz the next day. No, it wasn't that bad, the injuries, that I had to skip the quiz, but the aftermaths are still audible and visible. I have a "talking elbow" which can make sound voluntarily and some bruises at such "strategic" places that you will wonder how he got that (like a bruise on the back side of other elbow). Some of you who have read about my bicycle accident in previous blogpost "My experience with a Jyotishi" can now say "Hey Sid, where's your helmet, huh? Forgot you are riding a bicycle?” I agree. I don't share very peaceful relationships with my bicycles.
I want to say to my bicycle if it is reading this "Hey, it’s me who takes care of your oiling, dusting and other routine stuff. Then why me? Why not some other guy riding you?”

Just when I was writing this post, Ravi (my friend and another fourth category guy) came to my door. He was to return the bicycle keys, I suppose, but with utter grief on his face, he said, "Sorry da. I lost your bicycle". I was like "HUH?” I was thinking that my first category status is finally gone. I almost said "I'll miss you" to my bicycle when Ravi said "Got you! Your bicycle is near Gurunath. I was too forgetful to remember that I borrowed your bicycle and guess what (sheepish smile reigns), I came on foot". What an idiot! I said, playing with my emotions.

"Well, the revenge is still not complete may be" I said to myself and completed the post.