CLOUDY MOON
Sitting beside the bubbly river,
It wascold and I began to shiver.
Opened a bottle of some cheap red wine
Andtook a swig, although I knew it was bad for my liver.

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I was not sobre, and was laying beside some gobar
Oh look at the cloudy moon,
I say it looks like a buffoon

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There seemed to be a red pall over my eyes,
As if the red wine was washing all my vice

I thought I grew claws, and I began to stutter
And then I thought, maybe I forgot to use the nail cutter
Why was all this happening,the wine?
If it was, then I'd kill that shopkeeper - that bloody swine

Of look at the cloudy moon,
Yeah, it still looks like a buffoon

Why do we take alcohol, its effects are weird
I know why, our senses they are cheered
There is another advantage, the alcoholics they are feared
Coz they end up sporting, a near weird beard

Oh Look at the cloudy moon!
Whoa!, it does not look like a buffoon

The effects of alcohol was taking its toll
Without moving, I took a stroll
My friend asks me, what is up w/ me and alcohol
I walked zig-zig and I took a fall

This, reminds of Black and White
A game, in which your ape can fight
Andthen there is RTCW, in which Anoop
Gets so scared, he forgets how to poop

I came back from the drunken trip
I wokeup and I heard something rip
I tried to wake up with a flip
Ended up at the hospital on a drip

Damn you, Clooudy Moon
Why do I have to end this poem so soon

Ramblings of an Eccentric soul
So tired of this strife
That we call life
An aged shadow
We call asoul alongside

Caught in a myriad of blazing past
And a flash takes you into a new vast
Run Amok, you don't give a fuck
Searching for a new place where you hafta park

A forward takes you a step back in time
Yet,a gamble, a flip of a dime
As you think of your time in this body, your life a solitary mime
And around you plays songs of a deadly rhyme

Your past period flashes in front of you
In itz blaze shows ur life in its prime
And as u spentabsorbing any aberration
Not givin thot, w/o any cognition

A notion is dancing all around me
As if trying to prewarn me
Of another lot that its found
Revving along the vast with a noiseless sound

And then I see it
As I encounter a fit
The space waiting for me
To dock and unlock, my body the key

NOTE: Will make sure that my college will allow the students to have the option to TYPE their internal exams =)!
Or completely do away with the concept of INTERNAL EXAMS - Buh bye Series /:)

What is dynamic type checking?
Well, its checking the type dynamically!!

Vincent: Yo homie! That's my bag u are carrying.
Kid w/ gun: So, what are u gonna do [pointing the gun @ Vincent]
Vincent [with his hands held up]: Nothing... [and something I did not get, so downloading the movies]
Kid w/ gun [moving towards Vincent]: Something incomprehensible again
BAM BAM!!! [vincent takes his gun and shoots the two of them, btw thre were 2 of them]. WOW!! not just that, he then picks up his briefcase when the kid perks up his head and BAM! [HEAD SHOT!!!]. That was just plain, simple, PHENOMENAL!!

Often she passes through my gaze,
And often I dream of her face,
Coz I see it clearly even in haze,
In this life of mine, a Formula 1 Race.

The way she moves, full of grace,
The spirit in her, her dress of lace,
Amazing thoughts her face it says,
And vivid emotions that she portrays.

To see her, I wait a long time,
And while I wait, I play with a dime,
But still I think, would be a crime?
That I just sit and think, and act like a mime!

Someday soon, I will tell her this
That she makes my life, with her very existence - a bliss
And maybe I get lucky and I get a kiss
And with these ramblings, I dismiss

And still I feel that I can't move on
From the sadness that I feel must be overgrown
To be in a time, a place, a dimension that is nothing but a farce
To be made a clown, be part of the show as a mime
My face is clear but not yet drawn

Coz, in life, they say, you gotta make your place
In amazing pace, through curts and praise
Might be that u can just reach the moon
But to the Sun is where ur target should raise!

A silent weep, A lulling sleep
Yet None a sign of the meek.

Brutal Time
Moves in meanders, time, I think
And chains us through life, link through link
Maybe one or two broken, and it does try to often
The strain, on the weak leads them to the brink
Brutal tho it might be, time doesn't look for the armor, but the chink

Bored...
Bored, rite now I am, am I?
So stuffed, still dreaming about a veg pie!
This is random, or is it?
Making stuff up is a talent, its implicit!
So, I read an article on Ciggies
And about a guy ranting about the big wiggies!
So what, who cares, I am me
For all I care, let the world be razed by a tsunami!!
Random thoughts, are they meaningless?
Coz the fact is they pop in when u are jobless...
Yawn, Yawn, Yawn
I am indeed waiting for the dawn.
Tired of seeing people live life as a pawn,
Coz, thankfully I am full of brain, and of course, some brawn!!
My o my, this is indeed not making any sense,
But the truth is its like a puzzle without the proper lens.
Coz, there indeed is something hidden
Something deep beneath, biding its time for now to rear its head, its forbidden...
Big deal, so what? F*** that
You are looking like a lab rat
Hey, two new kittens in the house born of a cat
They are cute, and hopefully don't come near me feet, else they are gonna be a door mat.
Not saying that I am heavy, no way
Coz daily to lose a kilo [no, not AIDS] is what i pray
U know the sound a donkey produces is a bray
Hehe, this is French - Mon Freui [sounds Maun Frey]

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.

Retrospecting...
Thinking back, four years down the lane,
Gone by so fast, now a glimpse of life through a window pane
A lot of ups, a few downs,
Have had an amazing number of smiles, and of course a few frowns
Twas fraught with friends, foes [aka teachers] and events
Que sara - Thatz the way it is, ain't it? Mom had warned me that these years will pass real fast
She was right, but she forgot to say that memories forever last

Batch of 2005
62 they were, filled with the natural variety that u normally see
Yet, each one of them special, taking life together in pain and glee
Went through VC, they did together, and they took on Subbu as well
And the teachers they took on, they kept claiming their class was hell
But little did they know that they were in heaven
And the bearded history they have will forever remain unshaven
I am proud to say that I am from batch of 2005
Yeah people, Batch of 2005, they set the whole SCT alive
They hosted the biggest show in TVM
And set standards to everyone, they showed people how to do 'em

Reunion
oh! the last 20 years has gone so sooner,
The great college days, I started remembering,
Seems like only yesterday I finished engineering.

Seeing my class mates, after 20 years,
My eyes were filled with tears,
Everyone has changed a lot,
No one escaped nature's plot.

Guys who were smart and handsome,
have become bald and buxom,
Girls who used to fill our dreams,
Almost brought out screams.

Saw the girl, whom once I thought as my life,
oops!, today she is somebody else's wife,
after years, talked to her for a little while,
learned she is happy, that made me smile.

Entered our class' Mr. Romeo,
Who has played many a cameo
We started teasing him together,
About what all he did to-get-her,

Project reviews to campus interviews,
Nicknames to last bench games,
Cultural rehearsals to love proposals,
Short term crushes to class room blushes.

Everything was fresh in our mind,
Wished life could rewind,
Laughed, played and rejoiced,
Once again we became girls and boys.

Chatting and laughing, we all were in elation,
Till the painfull moment of seperation,
It was time to part,
returned with a heavy heart.

Today life is full of commitments,
And too many worries,
But those cherished moments,
Will live forever in our memories..

Ramblings of an Eccentric soul
So tired of this strife
That we call life
An aged shadow
We call asoul alongside

Caught in a myriad of blazing past
And a flash takes you into a new vast
Run Amok, you don't give a fuck
Searching for a new place where you hafta park

A forward takes you a step back in time
Yet,a gamble, a flip of a dime
As you think of your time in this body, your life a solitary mime
And around you plays songs of a deadly rhyme

Your past period flashes in front of you
In itz blaze shows ur life in its prime
And as u spentabsorbing any aberration
Not givin thot, w/o any cognition

A notion is dancing all around me
As if trying to prewarn me
Of another lot that its found
Revving along the vast with a noiseless sound

And then I see it
As I encounter a fit
The space waiting for me
To dock and unlock, my body the key

The other day, I met a bright young engineer in MindTree and asked him what his ambition was. He was very clear. "I want to be an architect". My next question to him was, what does he read? He looked surprised and then replied that he does not read much outside what appears on a computer screen. My next question to him was whom all does he admire in MindTree among the three best architects? He named the predictable three. Then I told him what the fundamental gap was between him and the best three. It was about the ability to make intelligent conversation about any subject under the sun - a capability borne out of serious reading habits.

The next thing I asked him to do was to poll these three on what were the six books they had read last. The result was amazing. The three named eighteen books in all - of which at least six were common. Ninety percent of the books had nothing to do with information technology. The exercise proves a key point - to be a great nerd, one has to have interests outside writing code. However, many engineers think that the path to a great technical career is about technical skills alone.

Long back, Bell Labs conducted an interesting study - closely watching the common characteristics among a group of technical professionals who rose to the top. The exercise revealed nine key factors outside just technical competence that differentiated brilliant technical folks from the masses. The study was conducted by Robert Kelly of Carnegie Mellon and Janet Caplan of Williams College. As I see the Indian industry today, I think the study done at Bell Labs remains relevant in every detail.

The Bell Labs engineers who did extremely well for themselves - as they progressed in their career, showed the following qualities that differentiated them from their peers:
[] Taking Initiative
[] Cognitive Ability
[] Networking
[] Leadership
[] Teamwork
[] Followership
[] Perspective
[] Organisation savvy and [] Show-and-tell capability.
Let us look at each of these and see what lies underneath.

Taking initiative:
This is about accepting responsibility above and beyond your stated job. It is about volunteering for additional activities and promoting new ideas. None of these will jump out as apparent as a young engineer gets in to her first job. She will tend to think that her career progress is really dependent only on the ability to write code. The concept of initiative begins by looking for technical and other opportunities in the organisation and volunteering for them [Hmm... I thought this was a given]. The idea of volunteering is little understood - both by organisations and individuals. In the days to come, it will gain increasing prominence in our professional lives.

Initiative is also about two other things - dealing constructively with criticism and planning for the future [the latter makes sense and is kinda ok, but the former.. =D what if I show <^› ‹(•ż•)› ‹^›]. The latter is a function of many things - a good starting point is to start mapping the environment, learning to understand how the future is unfolding and then stepping back to ask, how am I preparing myself?

Cognitive abilities:
The concept of cognitive development is about understanding the interplay of technology and trends in how they are getting deployed. It is also about recognising the business eco-system in which technology works. It is about situational understanding and consequence thinking. The importance of consequence thinking is very critical. It asks us to look beyond the immediate deliverable of a task and it is about asking who will be impacted by my work, what is the end state? People in our industry just think in terms of modules and seldom ask where is it going, who is my customer and more importantly - who is my customer's customer? Cognition is a key faculty that determines how much we are able to read patterns, make sense of things. Refining cognitive skills helps us to go beyond stated needs of our customers to explore unstated needs. [Cognitive Ability... On a note, test your cognitive ability here]

Networking:
We tend to think of networking in a social sense. As one grows higher in life, we are often as powerful as is our network. Building a professional network requires us to step out of the comfort zone to look at whom can I learn from. Quite often, and more as one progresses in life, the learning has to come from unusual sources. At MindTree, we expose our people to social workers, architects, graphic designers, teachers, people who lead government organisations, leaders from client organisations. The interesting thing about benefiting from a network is that it works like a savings bank. I need to deposit in to it before I withdraw.[WHOA: what an analogy =D!] We all have heard about how important internal and external knowledge communities are. Again, in MindTree, we encourage people to belong to 26 different knowledge communities that run on a non-project based agenda and are vehicles of learning. These create networking opportunities and open many doors.

Leadership:
Next to networking is development of leadership skills. Many technical people associate it with "management" and shy away from developing key leadership skills like communication, negotiation, influencing, inter-personal skills, business knowledge, building spokespersonship and so on.[Not me, I think these are _very_ important]. Take for instance negotiating as a skill. Imagine that you are an individual professional contributor. Why should you learn to negotiate? Tomorrow, your organisation becomes member of a standard body and you have to represent the organisation as a technical expert. You will find yourself needing to negotiate with powerful lobbies that represent a competing viewpoint or a rival standard. Unless you have honed your capability alongside your hacking skills, you will be at a complete loss[Hmm... do I smell a conspiracy theory novel here??]. Yet, you do not discover your negotiating capability one fine morning. You need to work on it from an early stage. Negotiating for internal resources is becoming another critical need. You can choose to remain an individual professional contributor but from time to time, you have to create mind share in the organisation where resources are limited and claimants are many. Establishing thought leadership is another key requirement of growth and independent of whether I want to be a technical person or grow to be a manager, I need to develop as a leader who can influence others.[B E A UTIFULly put]

Teamwork:
Our educational system does not teach us teamwork. If you ever tried to solve your test paper "collaboratively" - it was called copying[::grin.. Amen]. You and I spent all our school and college life fiercely competing to get the engineering school and seat of our choice. Then comes the workplace and you suddenly realise that it is not individual brilliance but collective competence that determines excellence.[Hahaha, it does make sense doesn't it?] Collaboration is the most important part of our work life. Along with collaboration come issues of forming, norming, storming, performing stages of team life. Capability to create interdependencies, capability to encourage dialogue and dissension, knowledge sharing become critical to professional existence. All this is anti-thesis of what we learn in the formative years of life. Add to it, our social upbringing - our resource-starved system tells us to find ways and means to ensure self-preservation ahead of teamwork. In Japan, the country comes first, the company (read team) comes next and I come last. In India, it is the other way round.

Followership:
The best leaders are also great followers. We can be great leaders if we learn and imbibe the values of followership. Everywhere you go - there are courses that teach leadership.

Nowhere you will find a business school teaching you followership. Yet, when solving complex problems in life, we have to embrace what is called "situational leadership". I have to be comfortable being led by others, I must learn to trust leadership. Many people have issues reporting to a test lead as a developer, or being led by a business analyst or a user interface designer. In different parts of a project life cycle, people of varied competence must lead. I must be comfortable when some one else is under the strobe light [intended or should it have been spot light.. have to check on this usage]. I must have the greatness to be led by people younger than I, people with a different background or a point of view. That is how I learn.

Perspective:
This is the hardest to explain. It begins with appreciating why I am doing what I am doing. Quite often, I find people having a very narrow view of their tasks; many do not see the criticality of their task vis-ŕ-vis a larger goal. So, a tester in a project sees his job as testing code or a module designer's worldview begins and ends with the module. He does not appreciate the importance of writing meaningful documentation because he thinks it is not his job or does not realise that five years from now, another person will have to maintain it.

I always tell people about the story of two people who were laying bricks. A passer by asked the first one as to what he was doing. He replied, "I am laying bricks". He asked the second one. He replied, "I am building a temple". This story explains what perspective is and how the resultant attitude and approach to work can be vastly different.

Organisational savvy:
As technical people grow up, they often feel unconnected to the larger organisation. Some people develop a knack of exploring it, finding spots of influence, tracking changes, creating networks and in the process they learn how to make the organization work for them. The organisation is not outside of me. If I know it well, I can get it to work for me when I want. Think of the difference between one project manager and another or one technical lead from another. One person always gets the resources she needs - the other one struggles. One person knows who is getting freed from which client engagement and ahead of time blocks the person. One person reacts to an organisational change and finds himself allocated to a new project as a fait accompli - another person is able to be there ahead of the opportunity. Larger the organisation, higher is the need to develop organisation savvy. It begins with questioning ones knowledge about the larger business dynamic, knowing who does what, tracking the work of other groups, knowing leaders outside of my own sphere and a host of other things. Importantly, it is also about tracking what the competitors of the organization are doing and keeping abreast of directional changes.

Show and tell:
This is the bane of most Indian software engineers. We all come from a mindset that says; if you know how to write code, why bother about honing communication skills? Recently, we asked a cross section of international clients on what they think is the number one area of improvement for Indian engineers? They replied in unison, it is communication. Show and tell is about oral and written communication. Some engineers look down upon the need for communication skills and associate it with people who make up for poor programming prowess. It is the greatest misconception. Think of the best chief technology officers of companies like Microsoft, Oracle, IBM Global Services or Sun. Their number one job is evangelizing.[Funny, when he puts it that way =)) ]

If they cannot forcefully present their technologies, nothing else will matter. So, every engineer must pay attention to improving the ability to present in front of people, develop the ability to ask questions and handle objections. In a sense, if you cannot sell the technology you create, it has no value. So, building salespersonship is a key requirement for technical excellence.

The foregoing points are not relevant if you have already filed your first patent at the age of eighteen. Everyone else, please take note.[::grin]

Author: SUBROTO BAGCHI
Description: The author is the co-founder and Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting

Wanderlust
As sure as the sun rises in the east
Another gunman will come seeking my defeat
Will he be as fast as me, are his nerves quiet and still
Will he fall like all the rest ending his days upon boothill

I’m an outcast riding into town alone
I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone
I’m an outcast riding into town alone
I got a lust for wandering branded deeper than the bone

As I ride into the sunset to take another town
Thank you for the invite, but I just can’t settle down
The dust that coats my hat is from a dozen towns
Dust from shooting down another dozen clowns

I’m an outcast riding into town alone
I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone
I’m an outcast riding into town alone
I got a lust for wandering branded deeper than the bone

A drum beats for me, it’s louder every day
The cadence tells me that soon I’ll meet my judgment day
Life’s an endless showdown never knowing when they’ll come
I sleep with one eye open lying with my smoking gun

The game I play has caused a lot of grief
They were dying for fame, so I obliged them some relief

I’m an outcast riding into town alone
I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone
I’m an outcast with lightning in my hand
I got wanderlust lost in no man’s land

I got a lust for wandering lost in no man’s land
I got wanderlust

Breakable
Glittering, shimmering were the pieces
And the passers by breathed "Oh Jesus"
Surrounding her was her skirt, with blood-stained creases

Slowly, slightly into well worn grooves
Suriviving, striving hard, life moves
Moves past her, past the bright change that was strewn loose

A stream through the thick
A pall that shades over everything, a sudden flick
When the angel was swept away by a demonic lick

Struggling as we are unable
To overcome her same fate, her line finally stable
Life's precious, and it can flip, it's breakable

Early UNIX programmers had quite a sense of humor. In their documentation for the tunefs utility, a command-line program that fine-tuned the file system on the machine's hard disk, a note at the end reads "You can tune a file system, but you can't tune a fish." A later generation of UNIX authors, fearful that stuffy, humorless corporate drones would remove this cherished pun, added a programmer's comment inside the documentation's source code that read, "Take this out and a UNIX demon will dog your steps until the time_t's wrap around!"

On January 19, 2038, that is precisely what's going to happen.

For the uninitiated, time_t is a data type used by C and C++ programs to represent dates and times internally. (You Windows programmers out there might also recognize it as the basis for the CTime and CTimeSpan classes in MFC.) time_t is actually just an integer, a whole number, that counts the number of seconds since January 1, 1970 at 12:00 AM Greenwich Mean Time. A time_t value of 0 would be 12:00:00 AM (exactly midnight) 1-Jan-1970, a time_t value of 1 would be 12:00:01 AM (one second after midnight) 1-Jan-1970, etc.. Since one year lasts for a little over 31 000 000 seconds, the time_t representation of January 1, 1971 is about 31 000 000, the time_t representation for January 1, 1972 is about 62 000 000, et cetera.

I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime
Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time
Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole
The sands of time for me are running low

When the priest comes to read me the last rites
I take a look through the bars at the last sights
Of a world that has gone very wrong for me

Can it be there's some sort of error
Hard to stop the surmounting terror
Is it really the end not some crazy dream

Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming
It's not so easy to stop from screaming
But words escape me when I try to speak
Tears they flow but why am I crying
After all I am not afraid of dying
Don't believe that there is never an end

As the guards march me out to the courtyard
Someone calls from a cell "God be with you"
If there's a God then why has he let me die?

As I walk all my life drifts before me
And though the end is near I'm not sorry
Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away

Mark my words please believe my soul lives on
Please don't worry now that I have gone
I've gone beyond to see the truth

When you know that your time is close at hand
maybe then you'll begin to understand
Life down there is just a strange illusion.

It was one of those rainy days. Those rainy days as they come on in the monsoon season of the place where monsoon seasons have one of those rainy days. White Asem West was under this influence, when the gentleman of our story enters into the hall, panting, as if he had just made a dash for the one of those Olympic marathons that we so often see now in TV. As we notice him more clearly, we also notice that he had something on his mind, something that put him on low ebb. It was as if he had a particular distaste that he wanted out of his tongue. Something, like what we feel after having seen “Matrix Revolutions” after about 4 months of white hope anticipation.

Mr. Littlelongfellow Shortpants – the head of the ninth generation of the Shortpants clan came in and held steadfast as his gaze seemed to straighten out and his tunnel vision cleared. He echoed, “I say that was a swell of a ride”. I have got to get me one of those. He was looking at a red gleaming Maruti Swift, the new car on the block whose pictures were sprinkled about in the very many papers that he saw about him. The Euro Indian design had left quite a good impression on the gentleman, especially as the car’s “curves” reminded him of the movie – The Italian Auto and more importantly the part that the car played in the hands of the heroine – Charlize Therone.

Mr. Shortpants was the head of the Shortpants Counter Strike clan. The clan had earned its reputation albeit a reputationless history. It was one of those clans that just seemed to win, not with so much gusto or chaos as often seen by the clans who win today. They were quite the quiet lot. Not much indulgence into the practices they considered nefarious associated with the winning of a “virtual shooting” competition. They were what we call gentlemen among the commoners in the world of gaming. They come; shoot, score and then they walk off with the quiet dignity accompanying gentlemen after collecting the award. They had no hoots, or calls or whatsoever. Even their avatars in this massively popular online gaming had the aura of a man of proper manners. Mr. Shortpants, as we refer to him was indeed referred by the community as just that Shortpants. You would have to excuse the commoners for not referring him with the mister prefix, as they considered the little prefix a superfix.

Mr. Shortpants wasn’t essentially from a rich family. He got indulged into the gaming world in his early days of online gaming, when he was doing his studies of Computer Science and Engineering, at an abstruse college in a land, where online gaming was probably the only source of entertainment and enlightenment for a young man of his age. So, it wasn’t surprising that Mr. Shortpants shortly began to master the nuances of the game – Counter Strike Source, which seemed to be the rage amongst the netizens at the time.

It wasn’t hard for Mr. Shortpants to get good at the game, for it involved shooting and moving about. No, it wasn’t something that Mr. Shortpants was used to in his daily appointments. But, he had always had a secret desire to be a man of the land, an adventurer if need be. With his days spent by the fire in a cave, or a ready pump action, self pressurizing, air conditioned, built in humidifier, with a machine gun turret, bear trapped tent, in his sophisticated world. Grabbing a potato by its roots from the attached potato sack, cleaning it by the side of the river, as the Saint Gobain glass like water clears up the dirt on the potato and the likes, was right up his dream street.

Tribal chief Googoodoll basher
Mr. Googoodoll basher is a trained vegetarian cannibal cheiftain. He dislikes human meat but likes human products. He is a man who likes poopoo with his peepee, but not peepee with his poopoo. He's trained in 7 different martial arts of the humans and 18 styles of the monkeys. A specialist in mating calls, he has earned his doctorate in the mating calls of cockroaches. Looking through his career heights, starting a simple life, he has reached to be the cheiftain of the Wukuuka [Woo koo kaa] tribe, through a maze of many different tribes whos e names and pronounciations are further confusing.

His hobbies include skate boarding, birdwatching [giving a whole new meaning to it now that he knows mating calls], testing new human products, cleaning the river, helping out his mom to clean up the humans before they are put into the kettle, helping his dad work on the poison tipped arrows, working out by the mountains, hiking by foot, swimming by hands, killing by head. He wants to continue his foray into the unknown human world and introduce new ways of peaceful life. His ambition is to collect the Nobel prize for peace

Love you kutta.
May God keep all of us well that we don't financially depend on each other.

Though I am unable to see you off to your first job, my love, kisses, hugs and Aasheervadams to my sweet boy.

Mom, Rohini, Thaatha, Ammamma, Parur Thaatha, Parur Ammamma, Giirja Athai and family, Syamala Periamma and family and all of us and others love you.

I am transferring 3530+3000+500=7030-3428=3602 rounded to 3600/-

Few requests

Do not smoke at all.
Do not taste alcohol at all.
Do not discuss about anybody to anybody else.
Do not spend time reading jokes, personal mails during office hours.
Do not complain about your boss, or per, or subordinate.
Never discuss office politics with anyone, but be informed not be affected or pulled into it.

Do excercise everyday.
Do shave daily
Do wash your clothes daily
Do pray daily
Do sleep early before 11PM daily
Do get up daily at 6 AM, even on Sundays.
Do dress well.
Do eat on time everyday.
Do write to me, Amma, Thaatha, Ammamma, Parur Ammamma and Parur thaatha every two weeks.
Do read professionally realted to your job 1 hour a day.
Do consume one glass of milk every night.
Do see a doctor as soon as you are unwell.
Do maintain an account book from day one - Income, expense, balance with every entry even one rupee's expense
Do buy 15 flat files, and punch and file everything in sorted files.
Do get to know from Finance your tax liability and saving methods.
Do apprortion your tax saving schemes on monthly basia and start from 1st pay onwards.
Do understand your income tax liability, how to save tax, how to make your tax deduction from salary as close as possible to what is due and not excess.
Do learn to fill Income tax returns.
Do keep in touch with your boss on a daily basis.
Report every day to your boss and brief him everyday.
Bosses don't demand that but they like it since it is useful.
Do project your happiness and achievements, however small as soon as you do it.
With time, great and good thinkngs don't feel so great or good compared to when it happens
Do improve your vocabulary.
Do learn to organize your time, write a schedule and keep it.
Do plan your vacation well in advance, and make arrangements than give very late notice to your boss.
Learn to enjoy the work you do.
No work or any job is bad. If we can like it, we'll enjoy it.
No subject or field is low relative to another.
Respect all individuals from security onwards as human beings.

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Hey there!

I have reached Bangalore and what a wonderful place this is. Altho it's slightly costly, the place reeks of beautiful parks, greenery all around [all pun intended]. Am rite now staying at a guest house in Koramangala about 15 minutes walking distance from The Forum.

The guest house is beautiful with 3 tiers within the same house, rooms, hall and the dining hall. Behind the house, there is this humongous lawn. The only thig that sucks is that I gotta take leave of this place so soon.

On the lookout for a place to reside in here. The rents are generally off the roof, and hoping that I will manage to get a good place at a decent enough rent.

The best part of the whole thing is the free messagin, [local] 100 free smss a day @ just Re 1 rental per day. Amazing rite. this offer is there throughout Bangalore in most of the GSM moiles. And to think that I was appreensive about my mobile bills. :D

Mite go for a BSNL postpaid, not yet decded oR applied.

The computer that I am typing from SUCKS. It behaves like my mobile. I ave to actually wait for about 4 secnds, before the TEXT that I typed gets updated on to the screen. God, I miss my computer. Joining Siemens on the 11th. Apparently it's a week of the facilites being introduced t you and all. so should be pretty interesting. ;)!

well, Enjoy. C ya soon. Shall mail soon.
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As Always
Guru Panguji
http://members.lycos.co.uk/gurupanguji/

This award is for the efforts that I spent about 4 days in creating the Content Management System [Blogger v1.0] that I had christened it :D. Thanks to PHP4.0 version for coming up with an interesting and simple yet powerful enough language that made me study it and love it enough to make "Ramblings of an Eccentric Soul" on it :)!

Thanks to MySQL and Lycos.co.uk for providing a free webspace for my MySQL database and PHP CGI support to allow server side scripting, without which the power and flexibility of my code would never have been realised :)!

Thanks to my dad and mum for getting me my lovely computer on which I coded it [Specs: Athlon XP 1800+, 512MB RAM, 80GB HDD, Samsung SyncMaster 753S CRT monitor, nVidia GeForce Fx5600 graphics card, Creative Soundblaster Live Value! 4.1 sound card, Mercury 2.1 speakers for my front, Aiwa Home Theatre System with 5 speakers for my rear stereo, Asianet data line [256 kbps, 1GB cap], for providing me with the bandwidth]

Thanks to all my critics and readers who have been actively supporting me to write more and better and even vigorously after some inspirational articles that I read off their sites. I have made a list of all my favs, in no particular order in "Link ups".
And last but not the least to LIFE, which has motivated me to write more and more and more and well still more

On this day, I am taking an oath that I will continue writing [bugging] people and be at it. Someday, I shall even release my book, MUAHAHAHHA. K! enough gloating and goading and self praise. But, I am damn proud of the whole thing :)! I mean, WOOHOO!!!

- "There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... children laughing, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle... and I sit back and I smoke my King's filter and I ride my own melt." - Adapted after editing from "Reality Bites"

- "True. When your hammer is C++, everything begins to look like a thumb." - Steve Haflich, in comp.lang.c++

- "If I think not, am I not? I think not, don't you think?" - Moi

- "To do what to do is to do that to do to do" - Moi

- "Getting enough sleep helps you do your best in whatever you do" - Garfield

- "99% of all computer problems are solved by restarting, the remaining 1% by switching if off" - Dunno

His mind opened to a hazy, yet clear image that clawed him during sleep. He awoke, eyes yet unopened to a realm he rarely explored prior to now. A half drugged trance where specters were real, his senses heightened, where looks of the almost palpable people were prickling. So real was it.

He knew it was the wee hours of morning. However, he never bothered to check the time fearing that he may have to indeed wake up to that harsh reality of time and well, just wake up.

His mind’s eye was now fully awake, the hazy images slowly reaching solid clarity. He was struck by how real it felt, and at times he realized, it was more surreal. He never viewed himself from a 3rd person’s perspective during any of his few encounters, and this time was no exception. A first person view of the surreal world was thrown open to him.

Slowly, it began to sink in. She was there and he was trying to get across something to her. An unreal as he knew it was, he wished it were real. He wanted to hold on to this thought so badly that he started waking up. He realized, to his horror that her image was fast fading.

He struggled to keep it focused, waging a war he knew he would lose later into the morning, but striving hard to win this battle. He did not want to wake up. In a few seconds, he knew he had won this battle. The image fought between sleep and dreams was crisp again.

He was once again asking to his mind millions of unanswered questions that he had asked once earlier. Will she? Should I? Will she not? Why should she? Why would she? How? When? A further stream of permutations of an exponential scale exploded and pervaded into various threads of thoughts.

He found himself to be at a total loss to any of these questions – again. But, he was now mesmerized by the crystal clear image now almost etched into the parts of his mind. He was finally asking her. Asking her it she’ll indeed give him the chance he’s been wanting ever since he set his eyes on her. Ever since he noticed that she was the only thing that made him catch his breath. The only person whose mere presence made him stutter and shake inside, whose whiff transcended him to a state of exultation and well made him weak and clumsy, his insides churn as if everything he ever ate was there turning round and round. Him – the epitome of jubilation and joy turned into a lost soul with wanderlust.

Yes, he was finally her that. Yes, his hopes were finally yielding. She was ethereal to him now, her appearance seemed a bit pale now. He wondered if he was shocking her, surprising her or bringing elation?

But, wait, no it cannot be. No, not now, not now… This cannot be the time that he had to check the time. He wanted that moment to elongate, or the very least persist in his heightened state of drugged ness. No, he cannot wake up now.

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Happy B'day Sonu
Happy B'day Sonu
Happy B'day Sonu Gungurugooo
Happy B'day Sonu

[Now more aptly...]
You were born in a zoo
And you get scared when people say boo
But don't worry you'll always be my cutest gungurugoo
Happy B'day to you....