Today's Fortune

"You will meet a person who will change your life!"

And then -
I saw the Mirror...

By 'Faiz Ahmed Faiz'

Us Nay Kaha –
Aao,
Ruk Jaao, Kaha Us Nay;
Muskaao,
Kaha Us Nay;
Mar Jaao,
Kaha Us Nay;
Main Aaya,
Main Theharaa,
Muskaaya;
Aur,
Mar Bhi Gayaa.
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muqaam Faiz koi raah maiN jachaa hi nahiN
jo kooy-e-yaar say niklay tau sooy-e-daar chalay

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Chand bhi meri tarah husn shanasa nikla
Uski deevar pe hairan khara hai kab se

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kahan aa ke rukay thay rastay! kahan mor tha! usay bhool ja
wo jo mil gaya usay yaad rakh' jo nahin mila usay bhool ja

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Where is the Love?

See Thru London’s Eyes
One small step suffice...
Eyeing The Eye, Broadening The Vision
Statues Like People; Statues In Transition
Dazzling Lights, Falling Darkness
Watery Delights, Flowers In Harness
A Giant Tower, A Potent Power
Starry Twilights, A Weary Hour
Beautiful Dames, And Orchard Green
The Thai Cuisine, And Limousine
Across the Thames, with hesitation
I walked Alone, Asking this Question?

Hands of Paternity

A pinch of sensitivity, To flavor the life
Hands of paternity, To conquer the strife

Languishing soul, stagnating gait,
Fading twilight, shimmering faith,
Breathe me some air, until ‘The Gate’
Dwindling wound, show me the knife
Hands of paternity, To conquer the strife

#%#$&*(*&%

#%#$&*(*&%

Hey! whats that supposed to mean?

Well! not everything is supposed to mean something
There are some things called 'Nonsense'

Strolling on the Cyber Lanes

(Trying to reflect on web-porn)

Strolling on the Cyber Lanes
Visiting some visited pains,
Something clicked…
I was on unknown planes

Riding on bits, sliding in pieces,
Testing the grits, breaking the Clichés,
Stood erect, looking perverse,
Selling themselves on web-commerce,
Loosing big for bigger gains,
Strolling on the Cyber Lanes

Untouched soul, unexplored mind,
Breathing corpse, offering blind
Social mask hiding behind,
Fresh grains, ready for grind
Novel way of breaking the chains,
Strolling on the Cyber Lanes

Cooked-up Mind

Again a trial, Again a denial

Two steps ahead, two steps behind,
Piece of a ‘Pulse’ again set for grind,
Race of the heart with face of the mind,
Hands of the fate, revealed undersigned
Tangy medicine, Tangible vial

Again a trial, Again a denial

Alleys of life, valleys of knife;
Muscles and bones - so much of strife,
Worry and Sorry - Buses and Lorry,
Standing on door; weaving a story,
Stale sandwiched words, in silver foil,

Again a trial, Again a denial

Adam's Diary - Page 1

There were times when chips were down and I was waiting for someone responding to the name "God" will come and take care of all the miseries and every thing will be perfect thereafter. Those were the Dark Ages. I tried to rote and render all the prayers and psalms in the silence of my solitude; just an intangible emotion called "Hope" acting as cheerleader accompanying on the lone trail. Every second had sixty hours.

Then came "God" - skating through the blind alleys of mind, rafting in the viens. He thought my thoughts, felt through my heart, spoke through my mouth, and worked through my hand. And I was on my way to payoff the Apple's debt.

All words went out of the town

Hey! Hello, How do you do dude?
Talkings are monotonous prelude,
Hoping to drill further down,
We all do all acts of clown.

Thinking that "This" will persist,
But "Forever" doesn't exist.
Drying like sweat on the skin,
Eternity's chances are so thin,
Plastic smiles and then a frown
We all do all acts of clown.

Waiting, searching on every station,
"Eureka" - Then comes exclamation,
I never had a single notion,
My "Search" inside was in motion
All words went out of the town,
No more a reason to act as clown.

Are you listed on the NASDAQ? (It’s about global outlook)

Are you listed on the NASDAQ?
Are you aware of the weird facts?


You can be a gutsy dude
But market has an attitude
Will make you bear when you’re bull,
Hands are cuffed and heart is full,
Tread the trail with weathered tacts
Are you aware of the weird facts?


Rising Sensex won’t do a damn
Severe headache, simple balm
Playing local, lesser focal;
Create tunes global; shed the vocal
Inner music has checkered sorts,
Are you aware of the weird facts?

Get listed on the NASDAQ…

Wings' Hormones

Sudden rush in veins; Lightening flash in spine
Moon is trading high; Sun embracing shine

Shoulders stretching wide, Hormones on a ride
Zenith seem so close, Heart is full of pride

Distant dreams are here, carving niche on stone
It's time, Wings grow out! Dimensions too have grown.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish - Steve Jobs

(A copy of a speech that Steve Jobs delivered to the graduates of Stanford University this
week. Drawing from some of the most pivotal points in his life, Steve
Jobs, chief executive officer and co-founder of Apple Computer and of
Pixar Animation Studios, urged graduates to pursue their dreams and see
the opportunities in life's setbacks —including death itself.)

"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." - Steve Jobs - June 2005

Matters Of Consequence (A Reflection of the Problem)

Night sleeps in the arms of day, a new path unfolds again; time to make a move. To seek for the roots; to look for Matters of Consquence (bemused?).

We - the breathing, thinking, speaking, hearing, pampered kids of nature - have this incessant capacity to ask for more. So much passionate are we to outperform our own wants; an unquenchable thirst that drives us towards the 'Things' that are too abstract to key-in.

But these are the unconquered valleys of human psyche; where words flounder, no echoes of the vocal vibrations can be heard, only the silent assassin - Desire - enacts the 'Pied Piper' on whose inebriating tune we are forced to dance.

As a 'real' kid, for us rose was rose (not a botanical subset), chocolate was chocolate (not a calorie kit), street monger was another human (not a man without worth). We always looked into the matter as the matter of fact, not for matter of consequence. And then we 'grow up' (not literally!) and start doing cause-effect analysis, cost-benefit studies to come with the list of consequences that any action will provide, which will help our desires to prosper. Is this love or just another wave of lust? Was that compliment or flattery? Can that person act as a useful part in my dream-machine? These questions start to stand tall on every trail we tread upon. Result - we somehow get what we have strived for but don't get what's needed.

Classic case of Disillusionment...

(Solution In Progress)

Chinese Proverb

To Guess Is Cheap,
To Guess Wrongly Is Expensive!

African Proverb

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens.
He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the fastest lion.
If he cannot, then he will be eaten.
Every morning in Africa a lion awakens.
He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle.
If he cannot, he will die of hunger.

Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence.
It is enough to know that with the rising of the sun, you must run.
And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. This is the race of life."

So, "Run Forrest Run"

Talaash {Hindi}

Kya Khabar Is Raahi Ka Safar Kya Ho
Ruk Jaaye Jo In Aankhon Mein Wo Manzar Kya Ho
Ik Talaash Si Rehti Hai Dil Ki Waadi Mein
Kya Khabar Is Talaash Ka Asar Kya Ho?

[Manzar -Scene] [Waadi - Valley] [Asar - Effect]

Some Couplets {Hindi}

Krishna naam ki baat chali to Krishna Mann yun shwet hua
Jaise pyaase, haaray Pathik ko panghat ka sanket hua.

[Krishna - Lord/Black] [Pathik - Traveller] [Panghat - Well]

Mann ki dasha kay kya kehnay, iski vyatha niraali hai,
Har misray mein tum aatay ho, ye kaisi qawalli hai

[Vyatha - Pain] [Misray - Stanza]

Jis Soch Mein Dooba Rehta Hoon, Wo Soch Nahin Milti,
Jisay Khoj Kay Laaya Khwaabon Se, Wo Roz Nahin Milti

Shadows In The Mind

Shadows in the mind,
Playing hide and seek
"We are too your part,
Don't you treat us meek."

"Peel us off the 'Gray'
Tear with dismay
Beg or cry or pray
We are here to stay
You philandering geek
Don't you treat us meek."

Vagabond Complaining

You make me believe in the Theory of Maps!

To look for directions in the midst of Thar,
To introspect that I've gone too far,
In the dark-dusty tunnels, I look for the gaps,
You make me believe in the Theory of Maps!

To get satisfied with the answers I find,
Nothing to hide at the back of my mind,
Renouncing my freedom, embracing the traps,
You make me believe in the Theory of Maps!