Well , now that Somu has set me up for this, i’ll continue further…

here’s a list of things that i’d like to do for the earth:

1. Use recycled paper, and any products made of recycled material.
2. Say an absolute NO to plastics of any kind, especially the ones u get while u shop.
3. Plant a sapling every month.
4. Buy a non-polluting vehicle ( i’d love to drive a bicycle, but its too hot in delhi for it).
5. Try to reduce wastage, if any of my friends do it.

hmm….i’d pass this on to.
Phantom
Shantz
Deepak
Recca
Neha

and all those who want to pick it up and carry it forward!!

adios

Just a compilation of poems that I’d like to share:

I Am Not Yours
by Sarah Teasdale.

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

And finally…..something that hits something deep in my heart, whenever i read it.

Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’

Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.

Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’

just these for now…btw what are your fav poems ppl?

ciao

So here it goes…

Once upon a time there was a raise..that took forever to appear.

Well thats the sad story folks. The raise announcement has been delayed to third week of June, and it will be effective from June’s salary(that’ll appear in July)..so summers ‘ll b probably dry.

All this due to some ‘delay’ on part of our managers. Well it shud be a fair game. If I work overtime to avoid delaying my work, shudn’t they do the same?? This is a forbidden question, I know…but still…it’s gotta be asked.

But as they say, every cloud has a silver lining. So the lining here is that the incentive is going to come in may salary(that’ll come day after tomo)…

So i’m still game for a small party(possibly at someplace in ggn), once the incentive arrives. and for my friends not in delhi, well guys n’ gals..its just gotta be when we meet…

adios

thats how that word shud be spelt(hope that oxford guys are listening)…

well its the raise part that is more important…but that s getting delayed. so i still dont know how much of a hike am i goin to get…though my boss man says its goin to make me happy…hope it does.

but the rest is fine. the review of my performance was good, with the boss man being happy with my performance. so things look good.

and to all ye treat seekers….ye shall have yer day. when i meet you, you can claim the treat then.

will update this once my bank acc gets updated.

till then..keep waitin.. even I am !!!!

ciao

Ya I am busy at the moment….actually I am sort of stealing a few moments to write this.

Coding has begun. And life is beginning to get hectic. With the user interface being approved, the work has begun. And its tough taking time out to even have lunch.

All this when its really hot. So there s not much respite even after office, when the rusty old air-cooler fails to cool.

Today may be judgement day. Our appraisals are scheduled for today. Lets see how it turns up. Hope its good…..

The fingers remain crossed.

adios

This is the sequel to the last post. Lots of comments & opinions on whay should be done, and what not, but nothing near to what I(rather we) did.

First of all, to remove any misconceptions, let me describe my physique. I am 6 ft, around 85kgs, and referred to as Goliath by my friends(they use more exotic names than that, but i’ll leave it here ).

Now, me and 3 friends(lets say A,B,C & me) go to this hotel. We order teh rice, find the roach after consuming it, and get it on the bill. So C gets outraged and calls for the manager. Who comes in the managers’ place to meet us is the head waiter. the guy is really apologetic(again) and takes the bill, telling us that he’ll see what he can do.

After ten minutes of waiting, we get the change back(we had given him the money), and to our surprise, there was no change.

As we get up, the manager approaches us.
Manager: “So how was the food?”
A: ” It wasn’t good”
Manager:”Why?”
A:”There was a cockroach in the rice”
Manager: “So everything got spoiled,huh..”

And we were shocked!!!! The guy had the audacity to say this. Not to be outdone, I add….actually its not fair on your part(the manager is staring at me now). Your waiter took the rice away…we couldn’t even eat the roach, and we even paid for it.

The rest, as they say, is history…i said this loud enough for the entire hotel to hear it, so most of the faces were shockes, the ladies started poking around in their food, searching if they’d get one….and we were laughing like anything.

Oh..and the look on the manager’s face was worth it. We just left after that…not even asking for the money.

The cockroach was compensated by the look on the manager’s face…..

So thats about it….

What do you guys say now…was this the right thing to do??

ciao.

Consider this situation…

You go to a very nice hotel with your friends to have dinner. After eating a substantial portion of rice, you discover a dead cockroach in it(yechh). You call the waiter & show it to him, and he profusely apologises and asks you if u’d like a replacement. You deny.

Later on, when the bill comes, you notice that the rice is included in the bill…

What do you do???

No tis is not one of my latin ramblings….this means fear of friday the 13th, and today is one…

Amazing to note how many people believe in this superstition that 13 th falling on a friday is unlucky. And even more amazing is the fact that this superstition exists in the so-called developed nations like Eurpoe, Britain, US. What’s there to fear in a number , I say.

But my friday the 13th was amazingly well. I finished most of my work, got a little word of appreciation from my CE, and that’s about it. Otherwise this has been a very much normal day..

though I don’t know the origin of this phobia…can anyone educate me on this one?

A beautiful poem by Edgar Allen Poe… Read on

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

that my blog now has a blog of its own…though it exists in, and carries my profile (that devilish grin creeps back on my face)…

the address is: http://diaryofablog.blogspot.com/

and I won’t post on it…this blog of mine will.

aloha