LOL!!

Is software engineering a meaningful profession?

I met a friend of mine today who has graduated as a doctor.

The Doctor said : I serve the sick, I cure their illness,kill their sufferings. I save lives.

I said : I sit and write sorting programs or write DB queries ??!!

What the hell?? Then,I had lots of questions squirming in my brain.                  Programming,is it a meaningful career to choose,does it mean anything at all,does it serve the poor,the sick,the needy. Why have my friends around me in college chosen software engineering as their career, Is it just they happen to do this because they have got bills to pay, just for those attractive pay cheques offered by multi-national companies. Do they really love what they do?

Moonlight walk

(Special thanks to electricty board for their endemic power cut to provide me such an opportunity)

Peaceful night,moon lit fields,my friend Moni beside me,blissful cool breeze,fresh air from betta cooling the day's heat of the city, I lay down with the joy of not having tests the next day. Jim Morrison and Jimmy Page to entertain us with their maddening words and music,left us stoned . Faint noise of the screeching insects,probably they too were admiring the night. Hallucinations across our eyes when gazing at the clear open sky,feeling like flying high up among the stars above,beside those silver clouds as though swimming our way to the moon .We just held our hands up into the sky embracing mother nature,feeling her warmth. Lights of vehicles very occasionally piercing our eyes,surrendering ourselves to the peace and calmness,we walked on down the road which had a mild glow seemed like a calm river under the moonlight which came filtering through the silent tamarind trees. Shooting star to add to our delight,blazing ball of fire almost hitting the earth before it burnt down with a greenish flame. What more could I wish for except for such graceful moments in life!!

The Square Root of Three

“The Square Root of Three” by David Feinberg

I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed

Sweet child o' mine

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories 
Where everything 
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 
Now and then when I see her face 
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long 
I'd probably break down and cry 


Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 


She's got eyes of the bluest skies 
As if they thought of rain 
I hate to look into those eyes 
And see an ounce of pain 
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place 
Where as a child I'd hide 
And pray for the thunder 
And the rain 
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 

Where do we go 
Where do we go now 
Where do we go 
Sweet child o' mine

Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are. 

Rather be dead than cool. 

The worst crime is faking it. 

I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.

         -Kurt cobain of NIRVANA