Somu pls don't mind...ur name is there many times in these...
Here we go....
Ramu : Hey.. my submarine software is not sinking into the water!!what could be wrong?
Somu : may be u have used float instead of double in the software
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Ramu: i am very very sure that the guy who just talked to me is a Software engineer...
Somu: how do u say that?
ramu: he asked my physical address instead of my home address!
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Ramu: shhhh...I think the SW Engr who is sitting in the next cabin must be a farmer before .
somu: How do u know...?
Ramu: he asked me today if there is a way to cultivate the bit fields..!!
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Somu : Hey Bull, Can you do me a favor?
Can you pass on this 500 ruppees to Suthi..?
Bull : Sure... why not? But tell me one thing. Tell me whether its pass by value or pass by reference...
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ramu: Hey... I think that SW Engg is very very naive..
somu: How do u say that?
ramu: He believes that there is an Arabian Sea next to Arabin Sea.
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ramu: Hey.... whats time now?
somu: System time or local time...??
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ramu: Hey... I have a problem. My system is not booting up!
somu: may be, its internal buses are on strike...check out!
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ramu : (while browsing the TV) what is this? I have heard of Star Sports, Star Movies and Star Plus. Whats this Star Equals??? Is it a new Star channel?
somu : No, = operator has been overloaded in Star Channel.
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seetha : I think that SW Engr is very naive...
geetha : how do u say that?
seetha : He believes "Rascal" is a new version of Pascal!
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Ramu : why are u wipping ur terminal very often with
a cloth?
Somu : clear command is not working properly for my
terminal. that's why?
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babu : yesterday I bought a new TV whose terminal is
compatible with computer... but its audio portion
is not at all working
gopu : may be its compatible only with dumb terminals???
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Vanish: We have shifted our home to RK Puram now...
soni : right shift or left shift??
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Software DT in Heaven:
ramu : hey.. I coudlnt send a mail to Hell
today...it says mail "demon" not running...
somu : ur case is better! ... for me, it says "ghost
not reachable" and bounces back!
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enjoy...
adois.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Monday, June 13, 2005
Thoughts...
Why can't I control my thoughts....control my mind, and tell it what to think & what not.
Had a chat with her again on the fone today...its like scratchin wounds, preventing them from healing..and it hurts. Hurts me, and I think it hurts her too. I think, but I don't know because I can't say I know her. After what happened, no, I don't know her as well as I used to think.
We both know we are running away, not from each other, but ourselves. It is always so easy to go away from someone, but its not easy to go away from yourself. That also when a part of you wants those wonderful times again....
Those mornings in college, those evenings in the temple, those nights on the phone.
I don't know...but I just want to roll up in a corner & cry...very unmanly, yes, but still. Its like releasing a dam....just that this one is bound to fill up sooner.
Many of my friends say...Hope I was you, but do they know its not so easy being me.
Its just me, myself and the endless black sky. No light....
Going back into the dark....and soltitude.....when will my life be like a life?
I have no answers. Only questions....
bye
Had a chat with her again on the fone today...its like scratchin wounds, preventing them from healing..and it hurts. Hurts me, and I think it hurts her too. I think, but I don't know because I can't say I know her. After what happened, no, I don't know her as well as I used to think.
We both know we are running away, not from each other, but ourselves. It is always so easy to go away from someone, but its not easy to go away from yourself. That also when a part of you wants those wonderful times again....
Those mornings in college, those evenings in the temple, those nights on the phone.
I don't know...but I just want to roll up in a corner & cry...very unmanly, yes, but still. Its like releasing a dam....just that this one is bound to fill up sooner.
Many of my friends say...Hope I was you, but do they know its not so easy being me.
Its just me, myself and the endless black sky. No light....
Going back into the dark....and soltitude.....when will my life be like a life?
I have no answers. Only questions....
bye
Monday, June 06, 2005
SOS (Save Our Surroundings)
Well , now that Somu has set me up for this, i'll continue further...
here's a list of things that i'd like to do for the earth:
1. Use recycled paper, and any products made of recycled material.
2. Say an absolute NO to plastics of any kind, especially the ones u get while u shop.
3. Plant a sapling every month.
4. Buy a non-polluting vehicle ( i'd love to drive a bicycle, but its too hot in delhi for it).
5. Try to reduce wastage, if any of my friends do it.
hmm....i'd pass this on to.
Phantom
Shantz
Deepak
Recca
Neha
and all those who want to pick it up and carry it forward!!
adios
here's a list of things that i'd like to do for the earth:
1. Use recycled paper, and any products made of recycled material.
2. Say an absolute NO to plastics of any kind, especially the ones u get while u shop.
3. Plant a sapling every month.
4. Buy a non-polluting vehicle ( i'd love to drive a bicycle, but its too hot in delhi for it).
5. Try to reduce wastage, if any of my friends do it.
hmm....i'd pass this on to.
Phantom
Shantz
Deepak
Recca
Neha
and all those who want to pick it up and carry it forward!!
adios
Some poems that I like:
Just a compilation of poems that I'd like to share:
I Am Not Yours
by Sarah Teasdale.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
And finally.....something that hits something deep in my heart, whenever i read it.
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’
just these for now...btw what are your fav poems ppl?
ciao
I Am Not Yours
by Sarah Teasdale.
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
How Do I Love Thee?
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
by Emily Dickinson.
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
And finally.....something that hits something deep in my heart, whenever i read it.
Home They Brought Her Warrior Dead
by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
‘She must weep or she will die.’
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stepped,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
‘Sweet my child, I live for thee.’
just these for now...btw what are your fav poems ppl?
ciao
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