My oldest pal

I was packing all my stuff and I ended up with a cartonful of books. It was an assortment of fiction, classics, jokes and technical books. Some were read many times and some with not even half the pages read.

I wasn't fond of reading books until my eighth or ninth grade. Then I met my oldest pal, The Public Library, Kollam. It was after my twelfth that I got membership at the local public library.

"A big old building at the centre of the town, guarded by the shades of the big trees. I always wondered what an awful place for a library, as it was right next to the railway station. It had a huge collection of books. The reading room used to be sparsely occupied. The ground floor had all the novels and classics. It was always deserted. Many of the racks untouched for years and with dust settled on all the books.
First and Second floor had magazines and technical books. Students aspiring for competitive exams would go up there to refer the latest magazines and current affair books.
Then there was this lobby with all newspapers. Some people throng this place at afternoon, there is no better place than a library to a take a little nap."

It has been a long time since I visited the public library, my oldest pal.

Ihr Lächeln

I saw your jovial smile from a distance. You were at the parking lot, clad in white and I could see the radiant smile through your helmet. It made me feel that nothing would ever make you more happier than my presence.

I saw your shy smile under the flickering candle as you pushed the locks of hair behind your ear. Nothing ever looked as beautiful as your smile. It made me feel that I couldn't have got any one better than you.

I saw your tired smile at the mall as you came up the escalator after a day long slogging at office. You tried to give the best of your smiles, but you were tired and devoid of energy. It made me feel that for you there isn't anything more important than me.

I saw your sore smile at the park as you tried to drive away the tears. I could see your eyes getting moistened, I could see the pain deep within. It made me feel there couldn't be anything worse than this.

Need a little more!!!

Voluntarily and Involuntarily we always wish for more...

Even when we say we are content with what we have got, somewhere down the deep alleys of our thoughts we still wish, "a little more would have been better". Don't we?

A pen when we get a pencil
An ink pen when we get a ball pen.

A mobile..
A hi-fi mobile when we get a normal one.

A little more pocket money...
A little more hike...

5% more discount..
One more scoop of ice cream...

1 more hour of sleep...
1 more hour of play...

5 more mins to write the final answer in the exam..
.... its an endless list....

“If you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.” - Robert Fritz

Its easier said than done.

A much coveted friend!!!

Dedicated to one of my best friends...

“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.” - Tennessee Williams

A friend so dear.
So far yet so near;

Lights up thy spirit,
When nothing seems rational.
Brightens you up,
When everything seems hazy.

Über mich

Should i call myself intelligent.
Many would agree,
For the accolades that I carry.
Many would disagree,
For being so dumb at times.

Should i call myself handsome.
Many would agree,
As my prejudiced mom says so.
Many would disagree,
As eyesight never deceives.

Should i call myself a hero.
Many would agree.
So am i to my bro.
Many would disagree.
So am i to my foe.

Should i call myself articulate.
Many would agree,
So am I at times.
Many would disagree,
Having seen me stammer on stage.

Should i call myself sane.
Many would agree,
For i preach so well.
Many would disagree,
For my atrocities.

Should i call myself a good friend.
Hope many would agree,
For i don't see a reason
To be otherwise :).

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.".

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.