Friday, April 30, 2010

Rolling stone gathers no moss

Does the old proverb, "Rolling stone gathers no moss" fit anywhere in the current software industry? Stone apparently refers to the software engineer. And moss refers to either "the experience" or "the remunerations" one gets from the industry. And it is obvious that each would imply a different meaning.....

Its just a thought that came across my mind while reading a book. I leave the conclusion to the judgement of the readers.... :)

ALAN COHEN says and I quote, "It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.".

Friday, April 9, 2010

My Wallet !!!

Opened my wallet
only to see its photo holder Empty!
With a profound sigh
Slid it back to my back pocket.
Oblivious of the reason
For opening the wallet.

Days passed by; Months Passed by
So did Summers and winters

Opened my wallet
only to see her photo after she has long gone.
With a profound sigh
Slid it back to my back pocket.
Oblivious of the reason
For opening the wallet.

Days passed by; Months passed by
So did Summers and Winters

Opened my wallet
Only to see the corners threadbare and torn
With a profound sigh
Emptied it and dumped around the corner.
oblivious of the reason
For opening the wallet.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Sparrows

March 20th was declared as "World House Sparrow Day". It was then that I realized I haven't seen a house sparrow for a long long time. Are we going to witness the extinction of yet another creation of The Almighty?

I don't intend to write anything on how the plight of the sparrows have changed over the years. But i would definitely wish people to ponder about this issue. Its true that "Survival of the fittest" is how the nature works. But don't we have any obligations to our fellow creatures? Do we have the right to sabotage their habitat?

As most of my childhood was in the rural backdrop, every morning i used to hear chirrups of the sparrows; soothing at times and sometimes annoying. The fence around my house had lot of creepers growing on them and they used to hop from one twig to another.

I still remember the day when I held a sparrow for the fist time. One of the sparrows got itself tangled in the creeper and there were distress calls all around. I then got it out of that. I caressed it for some time and then let it go. My childhood instincts wanted to keep that bird for myself. But mom said it wouldn't survive and finally i had to give in.

They used to quench their thirst from the water dripping from the garden pipe. And take bath in the puddles of muddy water formed by the rains. By twilight they used to flock on the bars of the TV antenna as if they are gossiping. And later they vanish and I used to wonder where they sleep at night. By morning they are back garrulously chirping and hopping from one twig to another.

As I look at the endless concrete jungle from my balcony I helplessly wonder what is it that I could do for these little birds?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Ever Thine.. Ever Mine.. Ever Ours..

"Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours."

An excerpt from the famous love letters of Beethoven. And it means, he is ever hers as she is ever his and they are ever one. So very beautifully said. These letters were recovered after the death of Beethoven.

I don't recollect when was the last time I had written a letter, let alone a love letter; which to the best of my knowledge I haven't ever. The thought about letters is not only overwhelmingly nostalgic but thought provoking.

I still remember the days when I used to eagerly wait for the letters from my dad with the small paragraphs meant for me and my brother, the letters that i used to write in cursive style flaunting my calligraphy skills and the postcards that i used to send to my friends.

I wonder whether the generations to come would ever experience the joy of writing letters or receiving them from the khaki clad postman. Less efficient and crude ways should always pave way for more efficient ways nevertheless we shouldn't be forgetting them. The day when we will start celebrating "World letters day" doesn't look far-fetched.


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