It's been half a lifetime since I've been on a trek! ( Atleast seems that way..)

Any suggestions for a punishing weekend getaway?

 

IF.....

IF you can keep your head when all about you  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Date:	2009-04-08 13:33
Subject:	Time.
Security:	Public
Mood:	thoughtful

Scary shit this is...


Time - Pink FLoyd

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Date:	2009-03-16 20:46
Subject:	Trek!!
Security:	Public
Mood:	thirsty

I miss treks!! I haven't been on treks for a very long time now!!

I want to do a punishing trek soon!!

Date:	2009-03-16 20:40
Subject:	Long time, no post!
Security:	Public
Mood:	hopeful
Music:	The whirring of my computer's noisy fan

 Having well understood the futility of new year resolutions, this time, I did not even make any... Especially about writing regularly and posting it on my blog.

And that's something I want to rectify now.

A song by Patrick Swayze, this song's from the movie "Dirty Dancing".. Surprisingly ( or not so...

She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me
She leads me through moonlight
Only to burn me with the sun
She's taken my heart
But she doesn't know what she's done

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a young old man with only a dream
Am I just fooling myself
That she'll stop the pain
Living without her
I'd go insane

Feel her breath on my face
Her body close to me
Can't look in her eyes
She's out of my league
Just a fool to believe
I have anything she needs
She's like the wind

Feel your breath on my face
Your body close to me
Can't look in your eyes
You're out of my league
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
(Just a fool to believe)
Just a fool to believe
(She's like the wind)
Just a fool to believe
(Just a fool to believe)
She's like the wind
(Just a fool to believe)
Just a fool to believe
She's like the wind

(Just a fool...)
(She's like the wind)
(She's like the wind)
(Just a fool...)
(She's like the wind)
(Just a fool...)

Being to concerts has the same effect on people as sitting in class...They go into the "Deep Sleep" mode! The result is that you are wide awake in the middle of the night, trying to think of something to do.. I chose to run through the chats that I've had with a cross-section of friends, straddling time-zones and occupations.. Here's a small sample of the gyaan that I've been given... 

“blub glub dub glub

uuwendkioerxtryz

tonga tonga tonga

ding ding ding”

 
“One-liners belong in status messages; multiple paragraphs in blogs”

 “ The world s**ks”

“I am just a dream rider”

“Can’t you leave a decent comment for once????” 

“pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya

kabhi khud pe hansa main,

aur kabhi khud pe roya”

“Am busy doing assignments. Do something useful too!”

“Don’t you dare drive!!”

“Karo wahi jo Dil Chahta Hai !!! “


Looks like I ain't the only gyaan guru around ;) 

Long time, no blog!

Date:	2008-07-23 13:50
Subject:	Eerie.....
Security:	Public
Mood:	impressed
Music:	The ticking of my watch

My workplace is so quiet today that I can hear my watch ticking!

This is Array, A Array.

Being in the middle of the longest break he's ever had since he began his formal education ( which was by attending class exactly one day throughout all of the first year ;)  ) ,  Harsh(a)  [whichever way you prefer it ;)  ] is now officially jobless! Ever since his graduation in March, he's been keeping himself busy with odd jobs round the house, making plans for that 'big' trip of his.. including:

• A bike trip to the North-East
• Scuba diving in  the Antarctic Ocean
  
• Camel training at Addis Ababa
• A hike to Bhutan
• Making sand castles in the Kalahari
• Figuring out if they eat frozen Gobi manchurian after dinner at the Gobi desert  [ It's a cold des(s)ert, you see! ]
  
• A month long mountaineering course at Darjeeling / Shivalik Himalayas
• Fishing for crocodiles in the Periyar lake
• Planting mango trees in his family orchard, so that he too can tell his grandchildren that they (the humonguously huge mango trees) were "this" tall when he was young

Flower, flower everywhere, not a flower to eat.

Note:
1) The last flower refers to Cauliflower....
2) And I seem to have a sudden longing for gobi manchurian.

The Leaky Cauldron.

"Let's go to Kudremukh!"

"Hmm.. Good idea. We'll go camping on Narasimha Parvata.. Awesome place."

Disclaimer: This may/may not be a work of fiction. It may or may not refer to real-life people and/or real-life incidents. All resemblances may or may not be coincidental.

Starting today, I shall start posting chapters of my latest blockbuster - "The *** Omnibus"

This in intended to be a collection of short stories, wound by a common thread, that of whateverness..

Disclaimer: These may/may not be a work of fiction. It may or may not refer to real-life people and/or real-life incidents. All resemblances may or may not be coincidental.

It was supposed to be a bright sunny day where we would all gather in the breathtakingly beautiful Open Air Theatre and get our degree certificates from The Guru himself ;)

Instead, it turned out to be a damp affair, with the rain gods deciding to weep with joy to mark the passing of PGP 10 ;) And weep they did! With bucketloads of water on the jealously guarded lawns and the sun deciding to take the weekend off, we were left with no option but to be prepared for all eventualities. After all, as managers with one of the best pedigrees across the globe, we needed a risk-mitigation strategy and an impact analysis matrix so as to ensure that our project would not throw any unforeseen issues that would affect quality output and give less than optimal results to all stakeholders involved. [Yay! I can finally spout management jargon!!!]

This essentially ensured that we had done scenario gaming exercises, also called rehersals, making reasonable assumptions and applying probable buffers for most situations [English – we went through the entire program multiple times…]

With the rain Gods playing hide and seek, it was finally decided that we’d all assemble into our auditorium while our parents would watch a live telecast of the proceedings from the classrooms. Talk of watching it on a 70mm screen!! I do hope this is taken forward to it’s logical end and a live webcast of the entire ceremony be made from next year on.

Anyway, with my folks coming over and the usual oohs and aahs on how beautiful our campus was, how it seemed more of a resort than a b-school, it was quite some fun!

By tomorrow evening, PGP10 will be history...

<text to be written when i start feeling senti> [no, not senti as in Senti a.k.a Senthilnathan... senti as in 'sentimental' ]

Some things are just impossible. For everything else, there is PGP10!  \m/   \m/

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You Are From Uranus

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