Help needed…

Elder brother of my friend Vidhyasagar, batchmate @ XLRI GMP has gone missing since 20 August 2009. His family and friends are trying hard to find him or any info about his whereabouts.

Mr. Anand Parkash (Vidhya’s brother, who is missing) last talked to his wife on 20th Aug, 2009 from his JOSHIYADA, Uttarkashi residence and he went missing after that.

here is the link to the facebook group created with sole purpose of spreading the news so that we can get as much information as possible. Please join the group and help us in locating him ASAP.

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=133213196563

Please help!!!  Any help, whether big or minuscal in volume/size, would also make a difference..

Eyes in the skies

India would soon have its eyes in the skies… watching everything, every minute…. the (Indian) grand daddy of big brother is here …

ISRO (Indian Space Research Organization) is planning to create a constellation of ”7″ watch eyes (Satellites) , in an attempt to boost the security apparatus of the country..

Read it to believe it @ TOI

I am back…but am I?

new post @

 http://voyage2mba.wordpress.com/2009/07/31/india-thru-my-eyes/

Stay tuned… the floodgates have been opened… hold tight or u’d be washed away by sheer force of flood-of-post

omnipotent change…

“One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.”

And thats it.  It happens and happens with everyone, everywhere and everytime. I am not ‘the’ dragon warrior so how can I escape the mighty fate.

Last time I wrote, I was prepared to dwell back into the tech stuff.. which once fasinated me, and even started with it.. posted some pointers of what I’ll be doing, but then, destiny has its own play, where we are mere puppets. Have you heard about the ‘rapids’ of the great Ganges? Destiny has better and ferocious ones, I bet.

Caught in one such ‘rapid’, I am now heading towards a B-school to get my MBA… yeah.. it may seem carzy or may be sheer stupidity or alas, utter confusion of an aimless soul.. but it is what it is.. and I seem to enjoy it. Things have been rushing past, time just swoosshed past.. and days when I stand at the doors of the B-school are nearing.

School, once again.. this feeling elicits a mix bag of emotions in me… some dark.. and some bright… mind you the skeptical me is also there.. placing the grays in between. There is a fear of not able to perform at par with the B-school standards and its requirements, both time and effort wise (and it DOES kills)… and then there is that happy feeling of going back to school and coming out as a more learned, changed person. Hope things go in there best possible way.. yet again.. destiny, fate…

 ”who the hell care where we land up..” .. Aamir khan said it very easily, but it easier said then down…  A decision like such requires a lot of courage. Courage to face your friends,  your family, your peers, your foes and either justify your decision in front of them or just don’t care for what they think.. of which the later is far more difficult then it seems.. ask me, I’ve faced it first hand.  It is too, too difficult to justify such a ‘outrageous’ decision to people who tend to care. Above all, courage to justify your own decision to yourself… I felt that to be the toughest of all.. those confusions.. flickering of decision every now and then…. some positive news … and then something real bad… Gosh! Its over and I am still on.

I’ve added another blog (see links on the right side —>) which captures my journey to B-school and beyond.. want to have a sneak peak in an soon-to-be-MBA’s life/mind? hop in …

Its time…

Its time to follow the white rabbit….

You know where I’ve picked the line.. (if not do’nt read ahead )… Its time i start taking blogging seriously (again.. ) . A lot has happened since I last blogged. Of late, I’ve been a lazy bum… doing nothing for my blog….

A lot of water has flown down the river since I wrote.. and as per my Psyche.. my inquisitive self (I am honoring myself with that title ) has led me into various fields.. drifting from one to other… when am I going to concentrate upon one or few things.. GOD.. am I such a restless soul?? (I waited.. and as usual.. there were no answers).

But the realization has seeped in that it is high time I start blogging seriously.. I will not say that you’d see posts on any specific theme.. but all I can guarantee is that you will see posts.. and yes frequent posts..

I thought and found that these things interest me the most (tough the list goes on and on and on)..

• Identity & Access Management ( federation, SSO, authentication/authorization mechanisms etc).
• Cryptography (yes.. even I was amazed to find this out)
• Resource management in Distributed system (locking, resource allocation, contention resolution etc)
• DNS, LDAP, Kerberos
• SAMBA  specially samba 4(its a friend and a competitor)
• Product management ( when am I going to get into this??? )
• History (Indian history, World war 2)
• Dramatics (I’ve got some stories.. will publish them)

So, most probably the posts would be in and around these topics, but detours are inevitable.. after all, the unknown is more interesting… :)

Something … before it fades off

No, I am not turning to philosophy.. neither am I down to dirts, broken, shattered… nothing like that.. but something to share before it fades of in the daily errands…

kuuch woh pal they,
jab mein spano ke shitij per khada,
apne armaano ko ubharte dekhta tha.
dobta tha, aur phir ubharta tha unke saath,
surya ki laalima mein nahata tha,
to kabhi sheetal chandni mein jhilmilata tha.

Khelta tha aoos ki boondon sa,
rail se race lagata tha,
aur khule, jagmagate asmaan ko dehk kar,
bhahen parare, aagosh mein bar leta tha.

Aur ek yeah pal hai,
jab zindagi ki kash-ma-kash mein phansa mein,
maanje sa ulajh chuka hoon.
jis rimjhim ka sada intezaar karta tha,
aaj usi baarish se bachta phirta hoon.

kahin chhot si gayi hai zindagi,
kahin bhool aaya hoon mein apne aap ko.
aakanshaoon ka peecha karte karte,
khaboon ko haquiqat ka jama pehnate hue,
kahin chhod aaya hoon mein khushi ko.

per kya mein poora kar paya,
ya poora kar paunga un khaboon ko?
jo haasil hai, kya how khushi deta hai?
ya jiski aakansha hai, woh santosh layega?
kahan kho gaya hoon mein? kyon? kab? kaise?

A bug’s life — relaity bites

We did a skit for TGWIN spoof goof, with a deadly deadline of 24 hrs, amidst over as usual over whelming schedule of doing what we are intended (read forced) to do. fixing bugs.. bugs and only bugs.. and here we are puking what all has been roaring inside us since last many years/days, with a funny side added to it.

To add to yours’ truly was the script writer/director/sound editor for the skit. To our amazement, it was taken too sportively and we won the 1st prize!!! seems like people had this is backdrop and we brought it out… kudos to the team… watch it now..

Madhushala

For those poetry lovers, a masterpiece from Harivansh Rai Bacchan… Madhushala!!

madiraalay jaane ko ghar se, chaltaa hae peene waalaa
kis path se jaaoon asamanjas, mein hae woh bholaabhaalaa
alag alag path batalaate sab, par maen yeh batalaataa
hun raah pakad tu eka chalaachal, paa jaa aega madhushaalaa

sun kalkal chhalchhal, madhughat se girti, praanon mein haalaa
sun runjhun runjhun jal vitaran, karti madhusati baalaa
bas aa ponhche door nahin kutchh, chaar kadam ab chalna
hae behak rahe sun peene waale, mehak rahi le madhushaalaa

lal sura si dhaar lapatetee, keh na ise dena jwalaa
Yeh nil madira hae mat isko, keh dena ur ka chhaalaa
dard nashaa hae is madira ka, vigat smrutiyan saaqi hein
peeda mein aanand jise ho, aaey meri MADHUSHAALAA

dharm granth sab jalaa chuki hein, jiske bheetar ki jwalaa
mandir, masjid, girje sab kuchh, toade chuka jo matwaalaa
pandit, momin, padariyon ke, phandon ko jo kaat chuka
kar sakti hae aaj usi ka, swaagat meri MADHUSHAALAA

Laalaa in adharon se jisne, haay nahein choomi haalaa
harshit kampit kar se jisne, haay na chhuwaa madhu ka pyaalaa
haath pakad lajjit saaqi ka, paas nahein jisne kheenchaa
vyarth sukhaa daali jeevan ki, usne madhumaya MADHUSHAALAA.

bane pujaari premi saaqi, gangaajal pawan haalaa
rahe pherata avirat gati se, madhu ke pyaalon ki maalaa
aur liye jaa, aur piye jaa, isi mantra ka jaap kare
maen Shiv ki pratimaa ban baethun, mandir ho yeh MADHUSHAALAA.

aek baras mein aek baar hi jalti holi ki jwaalaa
aek bar hi lagti baazi, jagti deepon ki maalaa
duniya waalo kintu kisi din, aa madiraalaya mein dekho
din ko holi raat diwali, roze manati MADHUSHAALAA.

adharon par ho koee bhi ras, jiwha par lagti haalaa
han jag ho koee haathon mein, lagta rakkha hae pyaalaa
har surat saaqi ki surat, mein parivartit ho jaati
aankhon ke aage ho kuchh bhi, aankhon mein hae MADHUSHAALAA.

sumukhi tumhara sundar mukh hi, mujh ko kanchan kaa pyaalaa
chhalak rahi hae, jisme, maNik roop madhur maadak haalaa
maen hi saaqi banta maen hi, peene waala banta hun
jahan kahin mil baethe ham tum, vahin gaee ho MADHUSHAALAA

do din hee madhu mujhe pilaa kar, oob uthi saaqi baalaa
bhar kar ab khiska daetee hae, woh merae aage pyaalaa
naaz-o-adaa andaazon se ab, haae pilaanaa door huwaa
ab to kar detee hae kewal, farz-adaaee MADHUSHAALAA

chhote se jeevan mein kitnaa, pyaar karoon, pee loon haalaa
aane ke hi saath jagat mein, kahlaayaa jaane waalaa
swaagat ke hi saath bidaa ki, hoatee dekhee tayyaari
band lagee hone khulate hi, maeri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

shaant saki ho kab tak saaqi, pee kar kis ur ki jwaalaa
aur aur ki raTan lagaataa, jaataa har peene waalaa
kitni ichchhaaen, har jaane waalaa chhod yahan jaataa
kitne armaanon ki ban kar, qabra khadee hae MADHUSHAALAA.

Yam aaegaa saaqi ban kar, saath liye kaali haalaa
pee na hoash mein phir aaegaa, sura visudh yah matwaalaa
yah antim behoashi, antim saaqi, antim pyaala hae
pathik pyaar se peena isko, phir na milaegi MADHUSHAALAA.

girti jaati hae din prati-din, praNayani praNon ki haalaa
bhagna huwa jaata din prati-din, shubhage mera tan pyaala
rooTh raha hae mujhse roopasi, din din yauwan ka saaqi
sookh rahi hae din din sundari, meri jeevan MADHUSHAALAA.

maere adharon par ho antim, vastu na tulsidal pyaalaa
maeri jiwha par ho antim, vastu na gangaajal haalaa
maere shav ke peechhe chalne waalo, yaad ise rakhnaa
Ram naam hae satya na kehnaa, kehnaa sachchee MADHUSHAALAA

maere shav par vah roae ho, jiske aansoo mein haalaa
aah bhare voh ho jo surbhit, madiraa pee kar matwaalaa
daen mujhko ve kandha jinke, pag-mag-dag-mag hoate hoan
aur jaloon us Thaor jahan par, kabhi rahi ho MADHUSHAALAA

school revisited!!!

This is a delayed post.. yeah curse my laziness or call it my lack of responsiveness… it got delayed… period

It happened all of sudden… it was just like old lazy days at home, when i, sometimes take break from my chaotic software engineer life and cool my heels in home… pampered by parents.. (their son has come home after long anyways)… suddenly, papa said..” allboutgyan(name changed), I am going to township, care to hitch hick and see the township??” .. and I was leave it papa.. i am tooo lazy to go out… and that too in November’s chill.. NOIDA is freezing… no way.. i am happy in my cozy ‘razai’..

Then, it popped up from no where, that thought to visit school… it has been 8 -9 years approx… the last time i went to school was in May 2000, to see my board’s results… and till today.. never had time (or energy to revisit), a place where i spent round about 9-10 years of my childhood.. or its better to say my entire childhood… and I jumped in…

Here is what I found.. must say… the feeling was more than nostalgia… see it .. the first hand account of MVM NOIDA, 10 years after i left it…

Holi! the festival of colors

Yes… its holi time … colors, water balloons, bhang, songs, and what not! holi is fun event.. go wild and pull everyone in colors … throw colors on unknown ppl and yet you get back a smile (amazingly yes!) when you shout out “Holi hai!” ..

This year am at home.. it would be approximately 8 years since i’ve celebrated holi at home, with family… not much plans tough… but yes you never know.. who comes at an odd hour to pull you out and flush a bucket full of colors on your head…. or worst.. put that notorious silver paint.. (school-college days !!! am I getting nostalgic??)

Who can forget all those ‘gujhiyaas’ and sweets .. the ladoos, the balu-shahies and what not…I feel holi is one of the best festivals we celebrate here in india.. being in Bangalore and Hyderabad for approximately 4.5 years now… i sometime miss the environment that north has on holi… tough i must say hyderabadis are not behind in celebrating holi.. but bangalorians.. hummm (no offenses meant chill maadi..)

so let loose in the splash of colors and sweetness of gujhiyaas… who the hack worries bout those calories… its holi re!!