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the new lappie

Generally raving, ranting, fuming and fretting.
much ado about nothing.
My ego takes a real beating sometimes and it's not an easy feeling to digest. But then it's not fair to expect reciprocity all the time.
Will be off to Hyderabad next week - for 6 days. End up missing a good wedding too, thanks to the annual sales conference. But then I shall hopefully see Avatar in 3D!! Trust Runna shall get the tickets for that.
I got my new macbook today. It's the same 13" one that I previously owned (and still do) with a few minor soup ups and soup downs.....

theres a 250GB HDD now... wowRAM went up from 1 to 2 GBthe body is sleekerthe screen is brighterbut there's no remote control ... presentations will suckand they changed the mini-dvi out.... so i had to buy another adapterand it costs a lot more in India... $999 translates to 56900 instead of 46500..... thats a whopping 10K difference!!all the software is expensive as hellmigration between lappies is a breeze.... one w…

dew red

We live from moment to moment....
the drops of dew on the leaf reminiscent of a night past.... of passions that overtook us
tu mile na mile - yeh haseen silsile.....
those moments will live in the depth of my heart for as long as it beats.

I open my eyes and wish them closed yet again.
ek gehra ehsaas hai ki tum mere kareeb ho
but the image that is conjured up is not real.
waqt ke saath yeh tasveer bhi dhundli ho gayi hai.
the water that flows under the bridge erodes many a stone and pillar.
someday the water will win and the bridge will be but a memory.

kuchh nishaan mitte nahin
these scars I shall carry forever
the blood that has flowed, stains the leaf and my soul
Someday there will be repentance; someday I shall wash myself clean;
someday this soul will break free.

That day is not today

Blackberry Pie

I have always been a crackberry addict.... devoting a large part of waking / sleeping time to staying online and abreast of my email.
Now it is tim for the wifey to get into the groove and rock on with her new blackberry curve 8520.

So now.. ghar mein do-do blackberry
par... ek ghar mein sirf ek blackberry ho sakta hai!!!
Otherwise who'll do the cribbing when the spouse is checking email.

I have decided to move on and downgrade myself in the name of parity at home
I'm now the owner of an HTC HD2.
This is a BIG BIG phone.. though a tad thin and drool-worthy in it's own way...
It has an amazing processor (1 GHz) and lots of memory in addition to an 8GB memory card.
But it runs Windows Mobile 6.5

and I run an Apple OS - Snow Leopard!!!


The moment could be upon you every once in a blue moon. It could also be upon you every other day. That depends on the way you play your cards.

When the moment begins, there is that totality to it. A loss of all external sensation as the rhythm rises to a crescendo. The coming together of all the great tenors could not have made this what it is right now. It's a breath of fresh air, that first raindrop that works it's way down the forehead or the first flake of winter snow. A cool breeze in the middle of summer that works it's way up to gale force. That song from the OLD SPICE advertisement plays on and on in my head as the the frequency reaches fever pitch. At the eye of the storm is an odd shaped peace.... it's odd that one feels divine, it's odd that the system reacts the way it does, it's peaceful in that no one can enter that cocoon. There is that moment that one wishes could last forever. There is the possibility that living within that moment you attain …

the long journey home

If ever there was a fire in our hearts,
let it burn all the more bright, now.

We were meant to be together - you and I.
The sands of time have flowed through that hour glass and yet we strive in dormancy.
When will you heed the cries of that lovelorn heart?

Soon age will catch up and the love of ages will be left by the wayside - another story untold. Another tragedy added to the roster of love stories that didn't make it.
It is better untold, or lovers down the years will twitter & trend on the tragedy of that sweetest of emotions.

My eyes search for that familiar face among the strangers that abound. Maybe it is that most basic of human emotions-hope, that keeps me going. My quest continues. My camera shutter opens and closes with regularity as I deign to capture life's moments on the move. I'm at the point where medicine will fail to affect. A point where the sweet music plays in the heart.... and the reaper sharpens his scythe.


Dil to baccha hai ji...
the heart is a child.... a lil frivolous, a lil pendulum, goes from here to there.
when it beats - it refuses to see
these moments in life - they refuse to pass

Darr lagta hai kuchh kene se...
the freewheeling desires of the heart are forbidden
the apple that eve had for dinner and the hangover that followed

Aisi uljhi nazar unse hatti nahin
i saw her once
now i see her always

Chehre ki rangat udne lagi hai
the colors have faded from my face
this silken thread that binds us
this thread that cannot be broken

Kisko pata thaa ki dil aisa khel khelega
the games that people play
the heart is the culprit

Aisi nigaahon se dekha usne
.. or was it the way I looked at her

Hum to hameshaa sochte the dil accha hai
.... par woh to kamina nikla.
the memory of midnights past
the mornings that should never have come

Dil dhadakta hai jaise
Tauba ye lamhe
moments in the past
moments of solitude
interspersed with bodies and emotions

Yeh geet bas bajta rehta hai
no account for …

Dreary Winters

This was supposed to be a toughie... winter cold or summer heat?
I'd prefer the winter cold ... given that it works out cheaper on the wallet (NO AC requirements). But both extremes are painful.
I crave for cool air in the summer and hot air in the winter.,,,
God never meant for us human beings to get comfortable/ be satisfied.

AT present I'm reeling under the cold wave in Delhi. Having returned from a peaceful maritime climate oriented Tamil Nadu - the fog and chill have made the above picture reflective of my mood!!
The feet are cold, the nuts are shivering, the head is cringing....and there's no respite. The fog only isolates me ... so i'm cocooned in a cold, misty bubble all by myself listening to a rapidly accelerating heartbeat from within. It's like not knowing what's out there.

I don't like it!!

skin deep

skin deep, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. stop reacting at the first line....
think it through..
issues and people are more than they really seem
there's more to life than the outer skin.
cos when you react impulsively - the opposite party is forced to react too.

My commitment for 2010 is to react less. To control that adrenaline rush and think things through. Call it maturity, call it aging, call it the bald man's try at peace!! Call it whatever.

I've seen the things, relationships and people that i've wrecked by being every so ready to react. Now it's time to peel away those layers and get to the deep end before I give an answer - before i take action.

I followed a dictum - my way or the goddamn expressway. Not any longer. We can all take the highway together. Makes for an easier living.
Be in peace all of you .... !!
That way I shall find my peace too.

17 hours in Trichy

That's how long this trip was. But it feels a lot longer. Consider
this :
I slept for a full two hours in the last 36. That's cos trains keep me
I've been riding pillon with Muthu all day as we went Bout our
customer visits
Trichy roAds Are indian by nature
Trichy traffic is even more indian
My heavy camera bag on the shoulder helped exercise the pectoral muscles
My shirt had developed creAses from long travelling in the suitcase -
operation coverup included a sweater in the sweltering heat
Luckily the food was great and thrrefore in conclusion I shall carry
good memories - till the next time.
Now it's the rockfort express as we head back to sweet chennai.
One more day and I'm home ....

Chennai diary

10 hours of highway driving ahead of me. Already feeling tired.
Especially since I have an overnight train to Trichy. My cuisine has
been limited vegetarian till now and has not enthralled.
The warm temperature has been a boon so far as I escaped the Delhi
chill - but that will evaporate as the perspiration begins.
There's an inordinately large amount of wall art here. Mostly
politicians from qaAmma to MK Stalin. They even have him painted on
their doors. The only plAce I'd paint a politician is on a dart board.
The locals converse with me in English and i've been warned against
using Hindi. This brings me to another conclusion that raj Thackeray
was not the first separatist / isolationist leader. Some of these Are
people who now rule us from the centre.
The drive to Vellore was quite peaceful And the road was like a light
breeze on a calm oceAn.
The foodie in me could not return to Chennai without partaking of
Ammas Biryani at the vellore bus stand. There Amidst the …

Small learning

Having watched 3 idiots last evening the mind is flying at a pace that
rivals the shatabdi express. It's fun to be an idiot rather than
stupid - and a tad useful too.
So I'm 32 and wondering how I could free my mind given the load of
tripe I've been feeding it all along. Here's somethings I could
probably do.
- live for today in the moment
- follow a path of excellence in all that I do
- focus and develop my photography skills cos that's what I'd rather
be doing in life
- do the photography for myself - my way rather than always be
explaining it to those around me
- unlearn a lot of the stuff that's been keeping the mind in check so
- stop worrying so much

Allllllll is well....

Rock on Baby!!

rock on baby, originally uploaded by recnamorcen_99. .. 2 years to go for the end of the world... can't say i'm not looking forward to it :-)
wish ya' all a great year ahead....
and this time around i have a resolution too - one i shall endeavor to keep to.