Orkuttan Shayari

yaad kaabhi humari tumeh aati nahi...
aur bhool hum kabhi tumeh paate nahi...
daudti bhagti iss zindgani mein..
kabhi purane logon ko bhi yaad kar liya karo..
mail na sahi kabhi kabhi scrap hi maar diya karo!!

To the bekaam people of iGMS

arz hai.....
bekaam aap the,
toh hume bhi bekaam maan baithe,
server start hone waale time ko,
free time maan baithe.
Par ab jab ki the server is up,
I think it is time for us to shut up.
Guzarish hai yeh aapse,
ki ab kaam aap bhi kar le,
apna na sahi thoda igms ka hi udhar kar de.

The fleeting feeling

So close, but so fleeting,
the feeling was deepening,
digging wells deep into the soul,
revealing to me my innermost self.
Soaked in joy, of the sweetest music,
i let it dig;
deeper and deeper it went along,
and revealed to me all,
the most intimate chords of life.
Until the one time, when,
through holes left unfilled in the concious,
it flowed out to another land, another soul,
leaving behind empty grounds,
naked chords, strummed around by the devilish winds,
all a cacaphony, all companied by unbound pain,
and so deep had it gone, there was no espace,
the graves had been dug, by the winds of time,
and the only escape was peace,
and so i went to sleep in deeps of my own.

daastan, kal raat ke khwaab ki

Dastak di hawaaon ne humare darwaaje pe,
par hum be akal usse paigaam samajh baithe unka,
daude chal diye hum unke nishaan dhoonte dhoonte,
bekhabar raste pade kankad aur kaanton ke,
haanfte haanfte pahunche toh dekha,
woh toh mere khaabon ki duniyaa ke paar jaa chuki thi,
nadi wahi thi, par woh maahi kissi aur ko bannaa chuki thi.

I wish to fly

I wish to fly in the open sky,
to be a spirit floating unbound.
I wish to bask in sun's glory,
to create my own sweet little story.

I wish to fly to meet my lady love,
who peeks at nights from behind the smokey clouds.
I wish to be like the winds of the North,
which flow directinless and yet
no one dares asks them"where do you head for".

Life after death

The beauty of the orgasm,
of the ecstacy lies in the feeling of waitlessness,
in the mystery of the world between the real and the unreal,
between the concious and the unconcious.

When the world no longer makes sense,
life or death makes no difference
'cause the concious have given up and the unconcious is takin over.
It is at this point, standing on the edge,
the edge of a tall unknown building...
a momentary lapse of reason....and death.

But then the person dying knows not,
if he's dead or alive.

Many such deaths have come and gone by
and life look more beautiful the next day.
The sun still rises, but i see it in a newer glory.
The birds i never heard, sing a symphony just for me.
People around me suddenly start glowing,
i see them not as the physical but as a bundle of ever flowing thoughts.

So then i realize that u can view ur life in 2 ways...
either live ur life as the life after u are dead....
or live it as the life after u escaped death....

And u'll realize that death, as we percieve it doesn't exist.

A moment of pause

Deep breath....
a moment of pause

any last thoughts
your only chance boy,
so speak.

It was like falling from the heavens
to the depths of the oceans

a neverending fear of the impending
a unfinished moment in time
an incomprehensibility,
No pain can be greater than this pain I experience
No orgasm can bring a greater joy

I felt time, fastest and the slowest at the same instant
and then time stopped
Silence was the only noise i could hear
And then it too was gone.

I left behind the thought,
my mind no longer experienced the outside
It created a new unconflicting world of its own.
And in that world i foated around like a free bird
unaware unconcerned

Peaceful
Supreme.

Strange thoughts

Strange are the thoughts, they at times make no sense.....
they come and go at their own good wish...leaving behind trails-memories, philosophers and mad men.

Dreams are no less strange....most make no sense the very next moment.

In one such dream
I watched Spain go up in flames,
I saw the spanish cry for rains,
I watched all beauty meet the destined end..
and then came a gust of air to take me to another world faraway...

I met Kant on my walk that evening,
and i saw the image of Julie floating in the air.

I saw a bird clipped of its wings
Crying in memory of the lost past,
and then it was smiling...
having discovered the joy of philosophy.

I travelled the world,
I travelled in space and time
But then I always found myself facing
the same old window of my house
at the end of time.

River of Life

The more i live,
the more i distance myself from my own soul....

The river is still flowing
but now it flows on a straighter course.
It's left behind its meandering ways,
the beautiful time of it's nascent days.

The time when it never could understand
the purpose of the boulders,
blocking its path and making it explore newer lands.

Older now,
its finding the answers
and it misses the boulders
who has have left an impression on it's shapeless soul.

But what it fears is not the present
but the future that approaches it slowly but surely.

Soon it will merge with conscience of the ocean,
and therefore it wonders
'did I really live this life
or shall I die without a trace.

Was I just a moment in time,
or was I that shapeless soul of my imagination
or was i nothing just a physical being
without a purpose or need to be?'

gr8 article on open source and blogging

http://www.paulgraham.com/opensource.html

Trying for the trail to work .............


Lets see if it makes sense....

lost in thought,
in undefined territories,
undefined to make me think?
to make me feel a self within
make faith the thread of life
faith in the rising sun
in the twinkling stars of the night sky

will continue some other time..................

think 3d

Had this software introduction session at IDC

Man this software has amazing 3d cababilities....
combine Alias and Pro e and u may get think 3D....

Very impressive......only led me think

" The more we make processes break into logical steps....
The more we may be heading towards being ruled by the machines"

Just a thought....................

Will write back...have an afternoon session to attend....

Speaking Tokens

Well, today at the coffee shop IIT campus, I bought a token for coffee and gave it at the food counter....The waiter there asked me whether i wanted hot or cold coffee but being lost as ever i didn't hear.....frustrated he, interestingly put the token near his ear like an earphone and said only if the token could have spoken the order on its own.
This remark set me on a trail of thoughts...
His was a perfectly valid innovation....Speaking Menus could actually be a reality...

Think of this scenario....
A restaurant for couples...where they come for privacy ....

Each table is designed that has integrated menu cards or some interesting way of prenting food...(we'll discuss this some other day)
Like suppose u have a choice of virtual characters from whom u can chose ...
whether u want donald duck as the waiter or sherkhan or may be even Sharukh khan ehheh..

Once chosen these virtual chartacters will help u plan ur meal and make the occasions special with there humour or trivea they have to share with u.
This may be a service in conjugation with the existing human waiter system as some people might wish to have that human feel to it.....or might not wish to have any thing...

and these could even help u when u wish to propose to ur Gf. hehehe


And obviously these characters would be gr8 when u are lonely...but they need to have atleast slight amount of intelligence and we don't mind if they are actually controlled by humans at the back end
anyways in a different situation there could only be speaking tokens...which carry orders ...
from the tables to the kitchen...


So then people would say 'get me Star Wars experience'(or may be a Sahara desert experience) intead of 'bring me a south india thali'.


Now we could also chuck this character thing and think only ni terms of tokens lying on the table which are nothing but voice recorders....used as a medium of sending correct info to the Chef....


Actually i need more time to build a more elaborate thing......will come back with later ...

Isn't that a perfect flight

The pose gives a feeling of…



being in flight like a bird

balance

a perfect landing about to happen

peace

perfection

smoothness

the posture of the hands are adding to the feel factor
( the balance……..horizontal …motion
vertical……..stability )

cruising


Since the man is facing the left….

there is a feeling of movement

the upward pointing left foot toe adds to the feeling

it seems to be the highest point of the trajectory


But there is still something that i am missing out ...why is it so perfect?

Reason and Emotion ( don't read big time crap)

I really remember the times when we used to drink......well most of the times i used to be sitting somewhere in the corner and listening to people ..... hardly uttering a word .... but then there was something that was amusing .... probably the sense of belonging, of feeling in love with all these guys.... that rush of emotions where u wish to cry on leaving someone .....
the storm within .....



the storm within .....

what am i ....

am i what u make me or am i that which exist on the contradiction to ur views....
what is it that makes me feel so heavy ....so close to myself...
In these moments of emotional outpour....i feel closer ot myself....
that this is what i am ......i experience myself in all its purity...where there is no explanation needed..no logic...everything s driven on its own ....by something within me...
This heaviness....u feel like crying but ur happy....
u feel like living it forever.....its like an orgasm which u wish it could prolong.... but alas everything has to last
and so does ur connection to yourself.

Explanation ...why do i have to explain thing to myself?
if i take this thing out of my life i can probably remain in state of perpetual ecstasy.

Why find a reason.....
when u know that ur better off without one.....

the integration it bring about in ur body .....
U feel it wishing to burst out....the emotion
but the pressure it applies on ur body is what brings about the pleasure....
the fact that u know it cant break out....
the fact that u fear it would burst...and u would go insane forever...

Pain ... Love ... Feeling ... Thought ... Light ...

Don't reason... cause some things are just meant to BE.

New Time Found

sometimes life just spring gr8 surprises and u are not sure how to handle them......
well suddenly i have more time to do something..........as the wipro joining date has been postponed to somewhere in october.....
now the quetion is what am i supposed to do these two new coool months time that has been created.........
seems I have some more time for the designer in me :D.

what could be the best use.........

travelling extensively???
working on a gr8 project....
give GRE???
go for a foriegn internship(the time is less for that it seems)
create a super cool portfolio?
start free lancingg?

OR

Get ready for tangible interaction design ? hehehhe

Stay Hungry Stay Foolish

SOURCE: http://tbsh.blogspot.com/

This is very inspiring. Read on............

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something - your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky – I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation - the Macintosh - a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me – I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I retuned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

http://www.cooper.com/content/company/careers.asp

WE'RE SEARCHING FOR WORLD-CLASS DESIGNERS.Cooper's design consultants are seasoned veterans. They understand complex systems-software-enabled or otherwise-and how and why people interact with them. They are intimately familiar with product design and software development processes. Quite simply, they live to make technology make sense. Does this sound like you?


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now does the wipro decision make more sense??
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a company base on te cooper style is posssible? what say ya?

hey found a cool place ....interaction design happens here.....

http://www.cooper.com

The first karting experience

hmmmmmmm.......was pretty cool right .... 1st the others in the cast of the day


Bought Jonathan Livinston Seagull.( loking forward to reading it tonight)

Talked to binni and nanni mausi : Long time talked to binni mausi and was gr8..
arre yaar by the ay yaad aya maine abhi tak jaggu chacha ki beti nahi dekhi hai.

abbe that reminds me kal chotte chahcha ko bhi phone karna hai.

see offed Tabitha.....athu sir gave a small treat at nescafe.She'll be back on 20th.

found a cool blogger ... http://www.livejournal.com/~emiliew/

Kewl Designer...
she had done one of these....
reminded me of the suglism group on orkut.

this is what she's written in her orkut thing:
((((i thought i had passions...
...then I got a job and suddenly life was extremely boring.
"A steady salary is an invitation to mediocrity."
I'm starting to agree.)))

I am rethinking my job stuff.

This is more of her thing...

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Never forget your dreams and goals in life. They are easily overshadowed by - your own, and others - wants and needs. Don't forget your point, purpose, or self ..and always deticate time to your hobbies.. if you don't have any may i suggest www.phidgets.com as a start ..
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"This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists.
This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists.
There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction."
--Albert Camus

"We do not know what we want and yet we are responsible for what we are - that is the fact."
--Jean-Paul Sartre

"Being cannot be grasped through rational thought and perception, but only through personal existence."
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found new removable platter thing in the printer for the ECG project.

And finaaly the karting....

First of all it was very short....by the time i felt i was really speeeding up .... it was over....
But the urge for more remains.

Vns overtook me before the end of the first lap...
and by the way it cost each of us 160 bucks for 6 laps ..prettty expensive eh..

got a best timimg of around 34 secs while vns had a best of 31.......
But the probles mostly was the S curve.....I used to stop there to turm while i found out in the last lap that i could have done with some amount of speed there.....
The steering and the brakes were far away frm the body...

anyways in all was a nice experience ... never felt i did as many as 6 laps..( 4 mins).

Had dinner at Radha krishna outside IITb.....and pastry at monginis...

rest nothing much that i remeber more of the day .. am going to start Seagull...



hnnn....rememberd...started a new community at orkut.....Indian Design Forum...
with only 2 members.

Khitiz Gupta being the other....

presentation to the biosentry guy

The pune guy was pretty happy.........gr8 lunch.........and the discussion of
Indian Design....

Pretty cool day till now....gives me reason to think why don't i stay here longer??

anyways........
willl be going to Pune in Athu's car ....cool ...seems the mumbai pune express way is real sexy during he monsoons..... looking forward to it....


Lesson of the day....
Go for small manufactures and innovators like the biosentry guy, if u wish to really create gr8 designs......
Big companies need approvals from a lot of people ... lot of hassles .....


....
The Wagon R has start looking cool of late.... specially the close ups are real nice....with the back giving the feel of a people mover..........

......
the clk integration in the time office product is something that he likes........

RTM the new process to watch out.....

Membrame switch covers will probably become clear on saturday.

Emotional design
Emotion has always been, and will be, a part of design. Or for that matter just about anything we humans do. Even abstract or physical art sometimes moves us to lengths. Because as a people we are representative beings. We look for meaning, connections, representation in everything we see around us. Its one of themechanism by which we process and remember events

And emotional design doesn't have to be 'far away' from the marketing aspect. The 'wow' factor, after all, goes a long way in making one product sell over another, all other things being equals.

.......... as says some Sahilon the orkut forum.

what was it like .... 5th july2005

The bottom line in industrial design is material......everything else is secondary.....
wanna be a cool industrial designer....start exploring materials...explore and feel it...
only once u get that feel that u can really create THE NEW.

Corel Draw, is by the way a interesting software, used it today (and yesterday) to create options for biosentry.
Its the software to create infinite cool quality illustrations.

Saw ' kung fu hustle' last night ......... typical chinki mvie ..kuch bhi hota hai....
rajnikant found his mmatch..a man who shoots himself point blank and then catches the bullet with his fingers.

and what was that we were discussing me and varun?? hmmm...should the world head wher it is heading?
is all the gadgetery and stuff right...with reference to cars having fandu navigation system.

and woman being unable to drive cars well enough...don't have patience it seems .. i doubt that claim though.

the historical difference between the classisist and romantisists ....still don't understand that well ....
have to read the Zen and art of motorcycle maintanence

And why to forget " Jonathan Livingston Seagull" ... when do i read it....may be this weekend.

and finally THE question " am i doing right joining Wipro" . i'll probably read this 1 yr frm now and find the answer.


"FEAR OF THE DARK" h hnhn h n hn hhnnhnhnh ............


Found this new man who seems hadd cool and inspiring " MARK NEWSON"
.....created a interior of some restaurant...designer+ techno innovations + interactions.....watch out for him
apart frm the apple man....