The Painting and the Photograph

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03 Jan 1808, Ooty.

Diary of Col.Richard Bentlee.

If there could ever be heaven on earth,
This would surely be earth on heaven..

Never before have I been so eager,
To colour nature with its wonder..

Could I do justice to this splendour,
By wanting to paint the thunder..

So many strokes, so many curves,
So many brushes, so many colours,

How can I paint thy exuberance,
With my limited lead and limited pallete..

For a man, who has never spoken a lie,
I have just painted several – Thouugh my eye..

How many hours and how many days,
How many sketches and how many colours..

All self made excuses,
Only to get more glimpses..

How I wish I could lend my eyes,
They cant feel but atleast they could see..

How better could I glorify falsehood,

By first attempting to paint,
And then reciting through these words..

For I cannot recreate thy truth.
But atleast,
I can paint the nearest lie..
And send it to them along with this ode,
Which atleast is mine..
 

03 Jan 2008, Ooty.

Gtalk

HE: Did you get the photos I sent you?
SHE: What photos?
HE: The ones I emailed yesterday from Ooty.
SHE: Yeah, I remember getting the mail. But was busy. Not able to see them yesterday.
HE: Take a look at them. This new 10 Mega Pixcel Digital SLR Camera is really wonderful. What excellent and high quality pictures it gives!
SHE: Glad you liked my present.
HE: Yeah. I sometimes wonder, what people would have done, when there was no camera and no internet. We are so lucky!

Gmail

It was not there in the inbox. He said he had sent it yesterday. Yesterday night – came home late, checked mail, deleted some mails..

May be it is in the Trash.

It was.

Destination Infinity.

Mystery of the Misery

                              Mystery of the Misery

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                                Babbage Differential Engine

Let Grief striketh upon thee….

If there was no grief, there would not be happiness either.
Happiness and Grief are not absolute –
They are absolutely Relative.

If there was no grief on this planet,
Mahatma Gandhi would have remained MK Gandhi..
Abhimanyu would have remained just another archer..
Socrates would have never become a philosopher..
The Du pont’s would have remained in France..
Mother Teresa would have been a charming daughter, wife, mother and grandmother..
Dada would have remained retired Sourav Ganguly..(This must have been the work of a hacker – mind hacker?)

Years of Struggle, Years of Pain,
All to see his efforts end in vain..
Because his ‘Analytical Engine’,
Was born too Early..
Early,by a century..

We made his Analytical Engine in to a Computer,
After much toil, After much Struggle..
If Charles Babbage was born today,
Imagine what he could do to our computer..
Because his Struggle,
Was much greater than our struggle..

Let grief striketh upon thee….

Wish not for its abstinence,
But the will to fight its sustenance.

Because there is no mystery,
Without misery.

Destination Infinity.

The second picture in this post is actually an Charles Babbage Difference Engine which was made in the 1990’s as per the diagrams formulated by Charles Babbage, more than a Century ago. You can find the details in this website: http://ed-thelen.org/bab/bab_tech.html

iNation

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iNation

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Dont worry my son, everything is arranged….

“But I dont even qualify for this job”

This is how it happens in high places, my son….

Make a name first, Of course you could earn it later….

Besides, this is the year 2108 ….

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My son wants to be a Robo Tech….

“BE RT?”

Yes.

“Well, look at his scores….”

But we are ready to do anything….

“Maybe, we can push him in the sports quota”

Anything.

“Can we be more specific on the ‘anything’ part?”

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We are very poor, my son….

You better drop the dream job of yours….

And try to be more practical….

“But my master said it would be possible”

“It seems it takes only an application”

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Well, working in the igovtt office is so hard….

Lets see what work we have for this week….

Job Applications….

Got to switch on my PC, Connect to the inet….

And toughest of all,

Login and press the forward button….

Lot of work! Lets do it after two days….

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Has the final icandidate been selected yet?

“No, iminister”

Well good, I have some Resumes….

Some related to higher officials….

Some from party workers kins….

And some recommended by our corporate sponsors….

I am sure you would look into them before the final selection….

“Yes, iminister”

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“Well, who is responsible for this debacle?”

igovtt – This is a democracy, its collective responsibility….

iminister – corporate interference….

corporate – Beuracratic interference….

Media – igovtt, igovtt, igovtt….

T.V Watchers and Bloggers – igovtt, igovtt, igovtt….

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Final results ~ Olympicss

Nation 1 – 250 Gold, 250 Silver, 250 Bronze

Nation 2 – 200 Gold, 200 Silver, 200 Bronze

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iNation – 0 Gold, 0 Silver, 1 Bronze

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Destination Infinity.

Water – The Elixir of Life

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Image credit: Jdontfight. This image is published under this creative commons license.
Water

The Elixir of Life

You are always beautiful

Whichever form you take….

Droplets in Rain,

Sea in Ocean,

Snow in a Snowfall,

Ice in a Glacier

They say,

Beauty lies in the eyes of its beholder….

To any beholder,

You are

Ever captivating, intoxicating and addictive….

Addictive….

How can we live without you

You are the elixir of our lives

Because life revolves around water

You are too humble, you wouldn’t accept it

But you are so addictive….

So is alcohol, so is tobacco

Whats the difference?

Destination Infinity

Who is Innocent ?

Who is Innocent ?

War in Afghanistan….
So many innocent civilian casualities….

War in Iraq….
So many innocent civilian casualities….

War in Kargil….
So many innocent civilian casualities….

Are bhayia,

Who is innocent?

The soldier, who is constantly at risk of his life,
Who has left all his loved ones and may not see them again,
Who is fighting, not for himself but for the nation….

OR

The civilian, who updates himself about the number of lives lost by watching TV,
Comfortabily blogging from his home expressing deep concern,
Who intends to donate paltry amounts everytime there is a war….

Who is innocent?

Destination Infinity – Debut Blog

Hi,

This is destination Infinity’s debut blog. I would like to dedicate this series of blogs to slightly un-conventional ideas (Nice way of saying ONLY-Unconventional). For eg. today let us see the topic – Adversity in a slighty different light also in a slightly poetic (read horribly poetic) way.

Adversity – Gods Choice.

He is talented, he is hardworking, he is committed…
He wanted to change the face of the earth…
He was not short of zeal…
Neither courage…

He stepped in…
He believed in himself…
He believed in his hardwork and sincerity….
He thought he was on top of the world, knows everything…

He had the single minded determination…
He wanted to make a mark, show that he is the best…

He worked hard, struggled hard…
He was never short of work…
But only short of results…
God said: Not yet mate.

Sincerety, they say-dies, when you are in turbulent times…
They say you always change in the face of adversity…
They say your real character is tested when in deep misery…
They say you cannot hold on when the ground below is tearing apart…

He did…
He held on and on…
He struggled through his adversity…
He camped on fire when he could have slept in chill air…

He did not know why he did this…
Nor did he know if he had to do this…

Some thing kept telling him: Hold on mate…
He didnt know who it was or why.

There is an end to everything he thought…
There was no end visible to him though…

He was almost about to give up…
He thought success was an elusive club…

But even the elusive was his at last…

Call it luck, call it will, call it destiny.

You may like to end up the whole saga,
By saying that he was successful inspite of his adversities.

I am ending this saga,
By saying that he was successful because of his adversities.

Destination Infinity.