The Crow

There was a crow which wanted to fly
Just to fly, To soar up in the sky
And stay there for a while,
Looking at the wind smile.

One day, on yet another random whim,
The wind just picked up him
And together they were
Just together, they were.

Crow

And for a while, the crow just flew
through sunshine, moonlight and fresh dew
But some part of him always knew
Things were too good to be true.

Then one day the wind asked him why
But all the crow knew was to fly
What could he tell if asked why.

A million dreams, a thousand hopes
The crow did not desire.
All he wanted was a smile here, a glimpse there.
And All he wanted was to just fly.

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A mystery remains

Being engrossed with technology eventually gives you that feeling that technology can answer every question in the world. So, when I found this – part of me was very relieved that there are still some unanswered questions.

It’s called Devil’s Kettle. Because, no explanation exists till date as to where all the water goes.

Quote from Geology on Display: Geology and Scenery of Minnesota’s North Shore State Parks-

Not only is the outlet unknown, but there is currently no satisfactory geological explanation for the Devil’s Kettle. Certainly riverbed potholes are known to form from rocks and grit swirling in an eddy with such force that they eventually drill a vertical shaft in the bedrock. How the flow is conducted away laterally, however, remains enigmatic. As geologist John C. Green writes:

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Defining 42

I have somehow realized that there is no such thing called meaning.All such meanings are what we perceive with reference to something. What that something is, is irrelevant as long as there is something.

42 - Answer to Life

For the quest to define something, to understand something is meaningless, as the moment after which I had understood the system, the definition will change. The definition can only hold true only for the past. For change can be so huge and so strange that you cannot predict it.

In order to define something, you are going to need a reference set. This reference set can be so varied and so diverse that trying to find something which makes sense along the entire spectrum is practically impossible.

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The Secret of Nagas – the provincial buildup

Touted as one among the ground breaking books in India fiction , ‘The Secret of the Nagas’ is the second book in the Shiva Trilogy by Amish. It is possibly everything that it is claimed to be except for a literary classic.

Secret of the Nagas

The back summary claims this :

” Book 2 of the Shiva trilogy takes up from the point where Shiva is dashing to save Sati at the end of The Immortals of Meluha. Does he succeed? His archenemy seems to be winning every encounter. All Shiva knows for sure is that the Chandravanshis aren’t evil. But then, neither are the Suryavanshis. So who or what is evil? And who is the mysterious Naga that stalks his family? What does he want? What is The Secret of the Nagas? “

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Immortals of Meluha – Enthralling

If you are any kind of book lover, you must have heard/seen enough about the Shiva trilogy. With high expectations, I opened ‘The Immortals of Meluha‘. And the book lives to it’s expectations.

The Immortals of Meluha

In a nutshell, the book assumes that Shiva was some rajnikanthish hero who lived ages ago and did enough deeds that he transcends the border between myths and legends into godly reverence. And I find no reason to think this to be impossible.

That is the main aspect which makes the book so enthralling – myths and stories about Lord Shiva with which you grew up suddenly fall together in one ultimate grand story of a great hero with all bollywood style masala added in. Amish has crafted a masterpiece with character drawn from our rich mythology to produce an engrossing epic.

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And I say goodbye

Dear Madurai (aka all the wonderful people in it ),

For 22 long years you have been the place I called home.

Madurai - the place I call home

I’ve walked among the dust-filled roads, braved the sweltering heat, found joy in roaming the crowded city, fell in love with our own brand of tamil. You have equally frustrated me, embraced me and nourished me. And sometime later today, I’l be moving away from you.

I’ll terribly miss

  • those roads which taught me driving and caring for people’s life
  • The fact that there are no traffic rules
  • The buffaloes that could cross, the donkeys which would walk and the elephants which always choose to take a casual stroll whenever I want to get to someplace in a hurry.
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Do Facebook B’day wishes mean anything ?

Ever since, social networking was introduced birthdays became an exciting event. With overflowing scrapbooks, walls and even special greetings Birthdays became an affair where you went through messages from close-friends, the one you don’t see eye to eye and even that long lost girl in 5th grade you had a crush on.

Facebook makes you a better friend

But are all those messages really what they seem. Is a facebook wall post really equal to pat on the back, a smile and a sincere heartwarming moment friend. Obviously, no. So what is a facebook birthday wish mean ?

Consider an average person on Facebook [ as in a 21 year old ] – being in the fb-boom time we normally have around 500+ friends.

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RIP : Lunatic Genius

M.F. Hussain
India’s Picasso
the Barefoot Artist
the Man who wears pink nail paint
the one who nobody could understand
Traitor, National pride, self-imposed refugee
the True lunatic genius
Goodbye old man, Doubt we will someone like you ever again

Maqbool Fida Hussain
17 September 1915 – 9 June 2011

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The moment before a miracle

We needed a miracle.

They had scored 75 runs of 12 overs. 12 overs of sixers and fours. 12 overs of toss balls, slower un’s and short-pitched balls. 12 overs of desperately shouting not to bowl fuller.

The bat

We had 3 more wickets remaining. We needed 62 more runs. The hour had come for the miracle worker.

I removed my slippers, it was restricting my feet. I rolled up my sleeves, it was constricting my hands. I flexed my bat, it felt light and strong. I could feel the power surging from my shoulders through to the tips of my fingers. This was it. This was the moment. This was when heroes were born and legends created.

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End of G33k

Been a long since I’ve blogged. As all things go, I’ve also substantially changed. Keeping in tune with this – with great regret I’m stopping any further updates to G33k – my supposedly tech blog.

New Start
Image Courtesy VHM Alex

Back when I started G33k, I wanted an exclusive site to chronicle any technical aspects I wanted to share. The main aim was to keep technical stuff separated from the actual blogging stuff.

I then realized that my blogging was all about expressing myself. I no longer care whether people read me or not – which I used to beforehand. This is me. So, in the pure unbridled nature of self expression all technical stuff will also now be routed to this same blog.

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