People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

I came upon this nice article .... its actaully a christian saying ... beleive me .. but its very true .. so thought of posting it on my blog ....

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person or people involved; and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships, and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyan

Lokhandwala to Powai via Panvel ...

For those who know these places dont think i am drunk ... Wednesday morning i woke just to hear vinnet, anita and inder laughing as if they had never laughed before . Well the first thought i had was as usual vineet must have crarcked some joke of his, but still just to satisfy my curiosity quotient i went in the hall to be the part of the gang. and here was anita sitting in the couch feeling a bit embarassed and vineet was coming towards me smiling and saying .. rohit how much time does it take to come from lokhandwala .. i said rubbing my eyes .. depends on the time of commute ... he said .. smilingly ... night somewhere around 2 .. i said .. hardly 20 minutes .... It took anita 3 and half hours ... I was like .. did she came walking ... nope in a taxi .... the only thing missing here is that she came via PANVEL .. I said "kya tu subha-subha PJ mar raha hai" and he was like .. ask her ... and with a grin smile .. she said YES .... and now it was her turn to give her explanation .. and she started with .. "rohit what will happen if u have had 8 shots of tequilla and danced like never before " .. i said still i wont go to panvel just to come all the way back to powai ... "she was like ... damn i was drunk .. drunk so much that when at 1:30 i asked vineet where i had to come .. he told me powai lake and what i heard was panvel lake ... so here was a story .. This girl born and brought up in USofA ... always calling herself a ABCD(American Born Confused Desi) ... just been in the city since a day after coming here 6 years back .... Had gone all the way to meet her california walla friend .. had a few shots of tequilla and then went all the way from lokhandwala to panvel (although crossing powai) in the midway ... and then calling vinnet up back at 3:00 and telling him ... "bhai ... i am in panvel but we cant find the panvel lake .. even this taxi waala doesnt know" .... vinnet was so so furios and did the wisest thing of telling the taxi driver as to where he had to come ....
AHHHHH !!!! Thats a trip man .....
So the bottom line being ... "Never get too drunk" .....

That Thing Called Love !!!!!!

I was damn busy with her in shifting while she said ... "A friend of mine is also coming today .. i will like u to meet him .. His name is Tuhin .. he writes scripts" .. and my reply was .. who ???? .... i cudnt get his name while she told me twice .. anyways what got stored was ... "Tuhim" ... until she spelled it.. and i said "nice name" ... Somewhere in the afternoon the door bell rang and there was this guy ... 5'6 ... nice hair clean shaven with a smile ... shaked hand and said "tuhin" ... i said Hi.... And as usual got busy with what i was doing .... Once finished with my things .. came in the drawing room ... he was sitting in the couch .. i was sitting by the window ... he started ... So Rohit what do u do ???? .. I said ... "I work" ... how stupid an answer was that ... hehehehehe ... anyways without wasting a second more i immediately corrected it ... "IT i said" .. He said OK ... now it was my turn .. and i asked him the same ... and He said .. I am an Author ... i said what .. "AUTHOR" ... "ya" he said ... I have written a book ... havent she told you .. .what cud i have said after that ... oh ya .. i remember .. and i was praying that he should not ask me anything regarding the book .... anyways but that chap started from his side and told me .. U must have read this book "That thing called Love" .. i have written it ... and got that from a pile of books on the shelf .. "see here it is" ... I was impressed .. myself not a book addict but yes never thought of meeting an Author .. For me i used to view authors like guys with weired looks ... (if not bald) ... with some big specs and always like thinking in air about how a get a new idea to write a new book or what has to be next in the current book .. walking in their own world and thinking the way they actaully want to .. its endless .... anyways .. and we started talking .. "where do u get ideas ???" was the next from me ... and i got those usual explanations as if he gets those things in his dreams ... but yes i was IMPRESSED by this guy .... Cool i said ... what else you do ... "I write scripts" ... ok that was it ... fine man ... Dont know much about this field ... "I write scripts for all these producers .. the sas bahu sagas ...I even have co-authored some more books also" ... and before he cud get into details .. she was yelling my name .. "where are you ???" ... anyways that was the end of talk ... and i guess i cud meet this guy sometime again in future and ask him ... a lot more .... "I am not that bad a writter" .. isnt it ?????hehehehehehehe
"That thing called Love" .. soon to be a motion picture ... ya i didnt mispell it .. "A MOTION PICTURE" ... u can check the promos on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzlXdoQeZiU and the guy romancing the girl in it ... is this DUDE ... well the promo seems gud and lets see how well it goes ... anyways i think the concept in the movie and ofcourse the book looks gud ... i think i gonna get a copy and then lets see ...
Best of luck man !!!! ...
u can get the details about him and book at .. www.tuhin.in/m.htm

What is Success ?????

Address by Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting to the Class of 2006 at the Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore on defining success.

I was the last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of five brothers. My earliest memory of my father is as that of a District Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa. It was and remains as back of beyond as you can imagine. There was no electricity; no primary school nearby and water did not flow out of a tap. As a result, I did not go to school until the age of eight; I was home-schooled. My father used to get transferred every year. The family belongings fit into the back of a jeep – so the family moved from place to place and, without any trouble, my Mother would set up an establishment and get us going. Raised by a widow who had come as a refugee from the then East Bengal, she was a matriculate when she married my Father. My parents set the foundation of my life and the value system which makes me what I am today and largely defines what success means to me today.

As District Employment Officer, my father was given a jeep by the government. There was no garage in the Office, so the jeep was parked in our house. My father refused to use it to commute to the office. He told us that the jeep is an expensive resource given by the government – he reiterated to us that it was not ‘his jeep’ but the government’s jeep. Insisting that he would use it only to tour the interiors, he would walk to his office on normal days. He also made sure that we never sat in the government jeep – we could sit in it only when it was stationary. That was our early childhood lesson in governance – a lesson that corporate managers learn the hard way, some never do.

The driver of the jeep was treated with respect due to any other member of my Father’s office. As small children, we were taught not to call him by his name. We had to use the suffix ‘dada’ whenever we were to refer to him in public or private. When I grew up to own a car and a driver by the name of Raju was appointed – I repeated the lesson to my two small daughters. They have, as a result, grown up to call Raju, ‘Raju Uncle’ – very different from many of their friends who refer to their family drivers as ‘my driver’. When I hear that term from a school- or college-going person, I cringe. To me, the lesson was significant – you treat small people with more respect than how you treat big people. It is more important to respect your subordinates than your superiors.

Our day used to start with the family huddling around my Mother’s chulha – an earthen fire place she would build at each place of posting where she would cook for the family. There was no gas, nor electrical stoves. The morning routine started with tea. As the brew was served, Father would ask us to read aloud the editorial page of The Statesman’s ‘muffosil’ edition – delivered one day late. We did not understand much of what we were reading. But the ritual was meant for us to know that the world was larger than Koraput district and the English I speak today, despite having studied in an Oriya medium school, has to do with that routine. After reading the newspaper aloud, we were told to fold it neatly. Father taught us a simple lesson. He used to say, “You should leave your newspaper and your toilet, the way you expect to find it”. That lesson was about showing consideration to others. Business begins and ends with that simple precept.

Being small children, we were always enamored with advertisements in the newspaper for transistor radios – we did not have one. We saw other people having radios in their homes and each time there was an advertisement of Philips, Murphy or Bush radios, we would ask Father when we could get one. Each time, my Father would reply that we did not need one because he already had five radios – alluding to his five sons. We also did not have a house of our own and would occasionally ask Father as to when, like others, we would live in our own house. He would give a similar reply, “We do not need a house of our own. I already own five houses”. His replies did not gladden our hearts in that instant. Nonetheless, we learnt that it is important not to measure personal success and sense of well being through material possessions.

Government houses seldom came with fences. Mother and I collected twigs and built a small fence. After lunch, my Mother would never sleep. She would take her kitchen utensils and with those she and I would dig the rocky, white ant infested surrounding. We planted flowering bushes. The white ants destroyed them. My mother brought ash from her chulha and mixed it in the earth and we planted the seedlings all over again. This time, they bloomed. At that time, my father’s transfer order came. A few neighbors told my mother why she was taking so much pain to beautify a government house, why she was planting seeds that would only benefit the next occupant. My mother replied that it did not matter to her that she would not see the flowers in full bloom. She said, “I have to create a bloom in a desert and whenever I am given a new place, I must leave it more beautiful than what I had inherited”. That was my first lesson in success. It is not about what you create for yourself, it is what you leave behind that defines success.

My mother began developing a cataract in her eyes when I was very small. At that time, the eldest among my brothers got a teaching job at the University in Bhubaneswar and had to prepare for the civil services examination. So, it was decided that my Mother would move to cook for him and, as her appendage, I had to move too. For the first time in my life, I saw electricity in homes and water coming out of a tap. It was around 1965 and the country was going to war with Pakistan. My mother was having problems reading and in any case, being Bengali, she did not know the Oriya script. So, in addition to my daily chores, my job was to read her the local newspaper – end to end. That created in me a sense of connectedness with a larger world. I began taking interest in many different things. While reading out news about the war, I felt that I was fighting the war myself. She and I discussed the daily news and built a bond with the larger universe. In it, we became part of a larger reality. Till date, I measure my success in terms of that sense of larger connectedness.

Meanwhile, the war raged and India was fighting on both fronts. Lal Bahadur Shastri, the then Prime Minster, coined the term “Jai Jawan, Jai Kishan” and galvanized the nation in to patriotic fervor. Other than reading out the newspaper to my mother, I had no clue about how I could be part of the action. So, after reading her the newspaper, every day I would land up near the University’s water tank, which served the community. I would spend hours under it, imagining that there could be spies who would come to poison the water and I had to watch for them. I would daydream about catching one and how the next day, I would be featured in the newspaper. Unfortunately for me, the spies at war ignored the sleepy town of Bhubaneswar and I never got a chance to catch one in action. Yet, that act unlocked my imagination. Imagination is everything. If we can imagine a future, we can create it, if we can create that future, others will live in it. That is the essence of success.

Over the next few years, my mother’s eyesight dimmed but in me she created a larger vision, a vision with which I continue to see the world and, I sense, through my eyes, she was seeing too. As the next few years unfolded, her vision deteriorated and she was operated for cataract. I remember, when she returned after her operation and she saw my face clearly for the first time, she was astonished. She said, “Oh my God, I did not know you were so fair”. I remain mighty pleased with that adulation even till date. Within weeks of getting her sight back, she developed a corneal ulcer and, overnight, became blind in both eyes. That was 1969. She died in 2002. In all those 32 years of living with blindness, she never complained about her fate even once. Curious to know what she saw with blind eyes, I asked her once if she sees darkness. She replied, “No, I do not see darkness. I only see light even with my eyes closed”. Until she was eighty years of age, she did her morning yoga everyday, swept her own room and washed her own clothes. To me, success is about the sense of independence; it is about not seeing the world but seeing the light.

Over the many intervening years, I grew up, studied, joined the industry and began to carve my life’s own journey. I began my life as a clerk in a government office, went on to become a Management Trainee with the DCM group and eventually found my life’s calling with the IT industry when fourth generation computers came to India in 1981. Life took me places – I worked with outstanding people, challenging assignments and traveled all over the world. In 1992, while I was posted in the US, I learnt that my father, living a retired life with my eldest brother, had suffered a third degree burn injury and was admitted in the Safderjung Hospital in Delhi. I flew back to attend to him – he remained for a few days in critical stage, bandaged from neck to toe. The Safderjung Hospital is a cockroach infested, dirty, inhuman place. The overworked, under-resourced sisters in the burn ward are both victims and perpetrators of dehumanized life at its worst. One morning, while attending to my Father, I realized that the blood bottle was empty and fearing that air would go into his vein, I asked the attending nurse to change it. She bluntly told me to do it myself. In that horrible theater of death, I was in pain and frustration and anger. Finally when she relented and came, my Father opened his eyes and murmured to her, “Why have you not gone home yet?” Here was a man on his deathbed but more concerned about the overworked nurse than his own state. I was stunned at his stoic self. There I learnt that there is no limit to how concerned you can be for another human being and what is the limit of inclusion you can create. My father died the next day.

He was a man whose success was defined by his principles, his frugality, his universalism and his sense of inclusion. Above all, he taught me that success is your ability to rise above your discomfort, whatever may be your current state. You can, if you want, raise your consciousness above your immediate surroundings. Success is not about building material comforts – the transistor that he never could buy or the house that he never owned. His success was about the legacy he left, the memetic continuity of his ideals that grew beyond the smallness of a ill-paid, unrecognized government servant’s world.

My father was a fervent believer in the British Raj. He sincerely doubted the capability of the post-independence Indian political parties to govern the country. To him, the lowering of the Union Jack was a sad event. My Mother was the exact opposite. When Subhash Bose quit the Indian National Congress and came to Dacca, my mother, then a schoolgirl, garlanded him. She learnt to spin khadi and joined an underground movement that trained her in using daggers and swords. Consequently, our household saw diversity in the political outlook of the two. On major issues concerning the world, the Old Man and the Old Lady had differing opinions. In them, we learnt the power of disagreements, of dialogue and the essence of living with diversity in thinking. Success is not about the ability to create a definitive dogmatic end state; it is about the unfolding of thought processes, of dialogue and continuum.

Two years back, at the age of eighty-two, Mother had a paralytic stroke and was lying in a government hospital in Bhubaneswar. I flew down from the US where I was serving my second stint, to see her. I spent two weeks with her in the hospital as she remained in a paralytic state. She was neither getting better nor moving on. Eventually I had to return to work. While leaving her behind, I kissed her face. In that paralytic state and a garbled voice, she said, “Why are you kissing me, go kiss the world.” Her river was nearing its journey, at the confluence of life and death, this woman who came to India as a refugee, raised by a widowed Mother, no more educated than high school, married to an anonymous government servant whose last salary was Rupees Three Hundred, robbed of her eyesight by fate and crowned by adversity – was telling me to go and kiss the world!

Success to me is about Vision. It is the ability to rise above the immediacy of pain. It is about imagination. It is about sensitivity to small people. It is about building inclusion. It is about connectedness to a larger world existence. It is about personal tenacity. It is about giving back more to life than you take out of it. It is about creating extra-ordinary success with ordinary lives.

Thank you very much; I wish you good luck and Godspeed. Go, kiss the world.

Do we Eat Soup or Drink Soup

While on the way back from delhi ... i was sitting next to a couple who were trying to explain their kid that "Son, In English we dont drink soup, we eat soup" .. The attendent had just served the soup in a glass so the kid was showing his father as how he drank soup rather than ate it ...

So the first thing i did once i landed here was to ask Google what actaully we do with the soup .. "Do we drink it . or Do we eat it" ...

Soup is eaten.

Because it's not served in a beverage glass. A straw would seem silly, no? Sometimes you see people drinking broth, when all the goodies are gone from the soup, however that is considered bad manners.

Soup, usually the first course, is served either in a wide, shallow dish, or a smaller bowl, resting on an under-plate.

As well as found out a few etiquette(s) to EAT it,

-- Spoon the soup away from you, towards the centre of the bowl.

-- Sip from the side of the spoon. Never put the whole spoon in your mouth or slurp. Noisy eating is better placed in the farmyard, rather than the dining table!

-- Tip the bowl away from you and spoon the soup across the bowl to get at the last bits.

-- After finishing the soup, place the spoon in the under-plate, or in the soup plate at a 10:20 position.

Windows Drivers

VxD is the device driver model used in 16-bit versions of Microsoft Windows. They have access to the memory of the kernel and all running processes, as well as raw access to the hardware. The name "VxD" is an abbreviation for "virtual xxx driver", where "xxx" is some class of hardware device. It derives from the fact that most drivers had filenames of the form vxxxd.386 in Windows 3.x. Some examples are: vjoyd.386 (joystick), vmm.386 (memory manager). VxDs usually have the filename extension .386 under Windows 3.x and .vxd under Windows 95. VxDs written for Windows 3.x can be used under Windows 95 but not vice versa.

Prior to the advent of Windows, DOS applications frequently communicated directly with various pieces of hardware, by responding to interrupts, reading and writing device memory etc. Each application expected to have exclusive and complete control over the hardware. Though Windows applications don't often communicate directly with hardware, it was the only way to write Windows drivers, and still is in the real and standard modes of Windows 3.x. Despite the fact that Windows switched from running in real mode to protected mode, direct hardware access and interrupt hooking could still be done because when Windows switched to running in protected mode it kept the single privilege level model used in real mode. This lasted all the way through Windows 9x. Windows/386 and onwards allowed multiple MS-DOS applications to execute simultaneously. This was done by executing each legacy application within its own virtual machine. To share arbitrary physical resources amongst these virtual machines, Microsoft introduced dynamically-loadable virtual device drivers. These drivers solved issues relating to conflicting usage of physical resources by intercepting calls to the hardware. Instead of a machine port representing an actual device, it would represent a "virtual" device, which could be managed by the operating system.


Windows Driver Model (WDM) — also known as the Win32 Driver Model — is a framework for device drivers that was introduced with Windows 98 and Windows 2000 to replace VxD, which was used on older versions of Windows such as Windows 95 and Windows 3.1, as well as the Windows NT Driver Model.
WDM drivers are layered in a complex hierarchy and communicate with each other via I/O request packets (IRPs). The Microsoft Windows Driver Model defined a unified driver model for the Windows 98 and Windows 2000 lines by standardizing requirements and reducing the amount of code that needed to be written. WDM drivers will not run on operating systems earlier than Windows 98 or Windows 2000, such as Windows 95, Windows NT 4.0 and Windows 3.1. By conforming to WDM, drivers can be binary compatible (an application binary interface (ABI) describes the low-level interface between an application program and the operating system, between an application and its libraries, or between component parts of the application. An ABI differs from an application programming interface (API) in that an API defines the interface between source code and libraries, so that the same source code will compile on any system supporting that API, whereas an ABI allows compiled object code to function without changes on any system using a compatible ABI.) and source compatible (a computer that can run the same source code intended to be compiled and run on another computer is said to be source-compatible.) across Windows 98, Windows 98 Second Edition, Windows Me, Windows 2000, Windows XP, Windows Server 2003 and Windows Vista (for backwards compatibility) on x86-based computers. WDM is designed to be backward-compatible.WDM is generally not forward-compatible. WDM will most likely fail to load drivers written for a newer version. For example, the WDM in Windows XP will load drivers written for Windows 2000, but will not apply new WDM features that were introduced in Windows XP. The WDM in Windows 2000 will not load a driver written for Windows XP.

WDM drivers can be classified into the following types and sub-types:

Device function drivers

A function driver is the main driver for a device. A function driver is typically written by the device vendor and is required (unless the device is being used in raw mode). A function driver can service one or more devices.

* Class drivers: These are a type of function drivers and can be thought of as built-in framework drivers that miniport and other class drivers can be built on top of. The class drivers provide interfaces between different levels of the WDM architecture. Common functionality between different classes of drivers can be written into the class driver and used by other class and miniport drivers. The lower edge of the class driver will have its interface exposed to the miniport driver, while the upper edge of top level class drivers is operating system specific. Class drivers can be dynamically loaded and unloaded at will. They can do class specific functions that are not hardware or bus-specific (with the exception of bus-type class drivers) and in fact sometimes only do class specific functions like enumeration.

* Miniport drivers: These are also function drivers for USB, Audio, SCSI and network adapters. They should usually be source and binary compatible between Windows 98 and Windows 2000 and are hardware specific but control access to the hardware through a specific bus class driver.

Bus drivers

A bus driver services a bus controller, adapter, or bridge. Microsoft provides bus drivers for most common buses, such as PCI, PnPISA, SCSI, USB and FireWire. Each software vendor can create their own bus drivers if needed. A bus driver can service more than one bus if there is more than one bus of the same type on the machine.

Filter drivers

Filter drivers are optional drivers that add value to or modify the behavior of a device and may be non-device drivers. A filter driver can also service one or more devices. Upper level filter drivers sit above the primary driver for the device (the function driver), while lower level filter drivers sit below the function driver and above the bus driver.

* Driver service: This is a type of kernel-level filter driver implemented as a Windows service that enables applications to work with devices.

The Windows Driver Model, while a significant improvement over the VxD and Windows NT driver model used before it, has been criticised by driver software developers [1], most significantly for the following:

* WDM has a very steep learning curve.
* Interactions with power management events and Plug-and-play are difficult. This leads to a variety of situations where Windows machines cannot go to sleep or wake up correctly due to bugs in driver code.
* I/O cancellation is almost impossible to get right.
* Thousands of lines of support code are required for every driver.
* No support for writing pure user-mode drivers.

Because of these issues, Microsoft has released a new framework to replace WDM, called the Windows Driver Foundation, which includes Kernel-Mode Driver Framework (KMDF) and User-Mode Driver Framework (UMDF). Windows Vista supports both WDM and the newer Windows Driver Foundation. KMDF is also available for download for Windows XP and even Windows 2000, while UMDF is available for Windows XP.


Windows Driver Foundation (WDF) is a set of Microsoft tools that aid in the creation of high-quality, reliable drivers for Windows 2000 and later versions of Windows.The primary tools that comprise WDF are the Kernel Mode Driver Framework (KMDF) and User Mode Driver Framework (UMDF). These tool kits provide a new, object-oriented, programming model for Windows driver development. The primary goal of of the Frameworks is "Conceptual Scalability", that is the characteristics of only requiring a driver developer to learn a few simple concepts to be able to write a simple driver, and to be able to incrementally learn more as more complex driver features are required. This differs markedly from the Windows Driver Model (WDM) that requires driver developers to be fully familiar with lots of complex technical details before writing even a simple driver.
Part of the key to achieving Conceptual Scalability is that KMDF and UMDF use an "opt-in" model. This model allows the developer to extend and override the default behavior of a canonical "good driver". This is in contrast to the older Windows Driver Model that depends on the driver writer to implement all aspects of the driver's behavior.

The Framework comes in two varieties:
* The Kernel-Mode Driver Framework, for writing standard kernel-mode device drivers.
* The User-Mode Driver Framework, for writing certain classes of driver that can run in user-mode.

These share the underlying programming model. However, the kernel-mode framework uses a flat C API while the user-mode framework is based on C++ and a light version of the COM.

WDF also includes a set of static verification tools for use by driver writers. These tools examine driver code for common errors and/or simulate the code of a driver in order to identify problems that are both difficult to detect and difficult to test for.

I know we will never be together.

True Love takes u off ur feet
U want to tell her all, but still cant speak
She makes a gesture for u to read
tell u something HONEY
I read it, knew it, felt it
but yet cant speak .....

When she looks at me, i just fall short of breathe,
her twinkiling eyes, her smile, her words, cant let her go off my sight
i think i am in heaven, and that she makes me feel,
i dunno, how it happened, when it happened,
but yes i feel ur need ....

I dunno what love is ... i will never be able to understand it ...

She asked me to choose from "love" and "sacrifice" .. i chose the latter ... well i dunno y i did so but maybe i have always been in the notion of understanding that "true love" has its fair share of sacrifices. This feeling is something new for me. It doesnt feel like me sometimes. I tell her u are like gravity. I try to go off yet u pull me back.
That moment she came close and the other she said .. i cant commit .. someone has waited for me since long .. how can i be so rude to such a nice guy and in todays world "noone waits for anyone". Guys i tell u for a few moments it was like "i dunno what was going around me" ... cant even put it in words. It was as if a bomb exploded and i was blown into proportions. and i asked her "You knew it .. then y u came so close to me ... cared about me ... loved me" and she siad "I dont have any answers" ....
Emotions changes shapes ... but in the inside they are the same .. some mould into something else while others hide in some remote corners of ur heart. Its just like as if u are the potter, life is a wheel and the clay are ur emotions. You try moulding it into shapes u like till the time u dont find the right shape and as its done ... thats it .... from the looks it may be something different but at the end its that clay only that took various shapes ...
Its the first time i feel someones need in my life but i know shez will never be around. I dont push my thoughts onto her .. i dont wanna make her weak ... "just keep smiling sweets" thats what i always tell her .....
"I know we will never be together."

LOVE is in the AIR .......

She is beautiful, with her captivating smile , and when her eyes twinkle ..it feels like i am in the stars .... Oh!!! thats the sight i always miss when she was not around ...

The time was good and i was just surfing on net and suddenly a name flashed from the corner of my screen and wow i said .. "here is she" .. i was waiting for her to come online so that i can share my days events with her ... I said a Hi to her as usual and we started chatting ... She always thought i was flirting with her but i was really interested in knowing her better. We hadnt talked yet .. it was only through text we conveyed our words to each other .. then at the middle of our text chat .. i asked her .. "Do u have head sets" ... she said said "what" . i said i wanna voice chat and then it all started. we used to talk for hours long into nights then mornings. Sometimes it was so romantic as i thought ... "cant i be with her" ... I dunno what was happening but yes i was started liking her, her words, her smile ........
The first time we met ... I was thinking "How can she be late ???" .. suddenly i saw a gal rushing past the mall's door and i knew it .. it was she .... I said an HI to her .... and the first thing she said ... "You are late" ... and i was like "How can i be late .... " ... after that came "hey" from her ...
She was looking beautiful ... "She was wearing my color" ... With her hair falling on her shoulders and her bright face, she flicked her hair from her face and said .. lets sit somewhere ...
We ordered for a coffee and then it all started ..... "her lips were awesome and while i was talking to her .. my eyes were like rolling over her lips again and again and again" .... She knew it and so did i ....................................

My First Blog .....

Well the time has changed and so are the means of conveying your thoughts to ppl around. I used to write occasionally, but the office timings, pressure and deadline doesnt leave enugh room for thoughts to come by and energy to type.
But Lately i came to know ... as i call in my words "Bhramya Gyan"... that i should reincarnate this hobby and start it again .... Today as pen has been replaced by keyboad and paper by Softwares, its just the time to be with the tide. The thing that remains the same still are the words u write and the feelings they hold.
I have this knack of talking stupid out of nowhere and ppl are left wondering .. how the f*** is this one related to what he was talking earlier. Its like a varied collection of thoughts and the one that gains priority comes out first.
Guys say i talk CRYPTIC and i say thats SIMPLE. Well lets see what u all figure out from my posts. I am not that regular here, but will try to as frequent as i can...
And as i say always
"A word can break it, A word can make it"
thats the way this goes toooo .....