Monday, April 30, 2007


19th November 2006


"Ideas are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny."
- Carl Schurz (1829-1906)


Awsome…. And also theres another one that makes a lot of sense to me:


“When I took the leap, I had faith I would find a net, instead I learned I could fly…”

I have this printed out in bold on my desk and I read it everyday to remind myself that my capabilities need exploring. Unless I take the risks I cannot learn. Unless I take the first steps, I cannot falter and I cannot walk…..


In my life I always relish the notions of challenges. The thrill of doing is even more important than the act itself. The kick I get out of having so many people work for me, for us to achieve deadlines, to make quality equipment out of sweat and blood (keeps happening that ppl get injured), the satisfaction t see it in operation in the airports and thinking “I HAVE MADE IT” is priceless. Money comes and goes but it is this satisfaction that remains.


Peace to all and thank you for reading my rantings on the net! Do drop in a comment once in a while so I know you have been reading it and I will get encouraged to write more original cntent rather than copy paste




Sunday, April 29, 2007

What Love Is; What Love Isn't

Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing
And is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn't love, it's like.

You can't keep your eyes or hands off of them,
am I right?
It isn't love, it's lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off?
It isn't love, it's luck.

Do you want them because you know they're there?
It isn't love, it's loneliness.

Are you there because it's what everyone wants?
It isn't love, it's loyalty.

Does your heart ache and break when they're sad?
Then it's love.

Do you cry for their pain,
even when they're strong?
Then it's love.

Do their eyes see your true heart,
and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
Then it's love.

Do you stay for their confessions of love,
because you don't want to hurt them?
It isn't love, it's pity.

Are you there because they kissed you,
or held your hand?
It isn't love, it's low confidence.

Do you belong to them
because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?
It isn't love, it's infatuation.

Do you stay because a blinding,
incomprehensible mix of pain and
elation pulls you close and holds you?
Then it's love.

Do you pardon their faults
because you care about them?
It isn't love, it's friendship

Do you accept their faults
because they're a part of who they are?
Then it's love.

Do you tell them every day
they are the only one you think of?
It isn't love, it's a lie.

Are you attracted to others,
but stay with them faithfully without regret?
Then it's love.

Are you willing to give
all of your favorite things for their sake?
It isn't love, it's charity.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?
Then it's love.


Dont Quit

Don't Quit

There is a time when we feel really really down. There is a time when we feel like we are bearing the burden of the whole world like the mythical Atlas who carried the earth on his shoulders. You feel like you want to be like when Atlas shrugged his load off....

But then remember that its really not the end of the road... its just a temporary skirmish that is bound to tide away. Always look at it with an optimistists viewpoint... Whenever I see a traffic light, I used to feel bugged till the day I realise that this is actually an opportunity for me to relax and then get charged u for the drive ahead. If i have a light then I can shoot off when it turns green.

Dear, when you are down please read the poem below:

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow -
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt -
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit -
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.


Friday, April 13, 2007

बहुत बढिया प्लेन हैं यह !!!


Sunday, April 08, 2007

World War 3 Blues: Bob Dylan

World War 3 Blues: Bob Dylan

Some time ago a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three,
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say.
He said it was a bad dream.
I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though,
They were my own dreams and they're only in my head.

I said, "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain."
He said, "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane,"
He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!"
As I landed on the psychiatric couch,
He said, "Tell me about it."

Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast,
It was all over by quarter past.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I peeked out from a manhole cover
Wondering who turned the lights on.

Well, I got up and walked around
And up and down the lonesome town.
I stood a-wondering which way to go,
I lit a cigarette on a parking meter
And walked on down the road.
It was a normal day.

Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell
And I leaned my head and I gave a yell,
"Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man."
A shotgun fired and away I ran.
I don't blame them too much though,
He didn't know me.

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend,
I guess there's just us two."
He screamed a bit and away he flew.
Thought I was a Communist.

Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave,
I said "Let's go and play Adam and Eve."
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
You see what happened last time they started."

Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown
And there was nobody aroun',
I got into the driver's seat
And I drove down 42nd Street
In my Cadillac.
Good car to drive after a war.

Well, I remember seein' some ad,
So I turned on my Conelrad.
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill,
So the radio didn't work so well.
Turned on my record player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin',
"Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa,
Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah."

I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue,
I needed somebody to talk to.
So I called up the operator of time
Just to hear a voice of some kind.
"When you hear the beep
It will be three o'clock,"
She said that for over an hour
And I hung it up.

Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then,
Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams,
But mine was a little different you see.
I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me.
I didn't see you around."


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