It was a usual nite, around 11.30p.m, i was surfing the net.
Got a call from one of my friend in college
asking for a doubt in data structures... it then struck me that many ppl had their DS prac the next day.
So thought I'll wish them luck.... and out of no where i made this and sent it to all
(please bear the hindi spellings)
code karte karte hum iss taraha uljhe
na preorder kaam aaya na postorder
jab BST ke zhakmo ko threads se sii ne gaye
tab pirms aaur kruskal ne aaisa hash kiya
ki hum Depth aaur breadth dono taraha se
files mein bikhar gaye
code karte karte hum iss taraha uljhe
na preorder kaam aaya na postorder...!!!
I don’t know you, but I want you, all the more for that…..
Sometimes you like it that way
you know it is different, than the usual way
still you would ride that way.
Its new, its known… so uncertain
for everything you know, just wont pertain
coz it has always been, behind the curtain
You kick off right
thinking you are on a perfect flight
heading steady to the source of light
who knows, its gonna get ultra-bright
swaying and maneuvering
you get deeper along the bearing
wanting it more, for all that is charming
faith in your calculations, you prepare for the alight
but then wait……
there’s something that might fright
wonder if you left something, preflight
its no more under your sight
times out….its now or never
you’ve been clever, you are the carver
so you go for it, being aquiver
uncertainty claims
find yourself in chains
self condemned, you cant distress
let it go, its getting worst than chess
calm and stable,
you try for something more able
but you know its done
cannot be undone
so you make your mind
back on the highway
thinking time will heal it any way
Sometimes you like it that way
you know it is different, than the usual way
still you would ride that way.
...............my first poetic attempt :-)
you know it is different, than the usual way
still you would ride that way.
Its new, its known… so uncertain
for everything you know, just wont pertain
coz it has always been, behind the curtain
You kick off right
thinking you are on a perfect flight
heading steady to the source of light
who knows, its gonna get ultra-bright
swaying and maneuvering
you get deeper along the bearing
wanting it more, for all that is charming
faith in your calculations, you prepare for the alight
but then wait……
there’s something that might fright
wonder if you left something, preflight
its no more under your sight
times out….its now or never
you’ve been clever, you are the carver
so you go for it, being aquiver
uncertainty claims
find yourself in chains
self condemned, you cant distress
let it go, its getting worst than chess
calm and stable,
you try for something more able
but you know its done
cannot be undone
so you make your mind
back on the highway
thinking time will heal it any way
Sometimes you like it that way
you know it is different, than the usual way
still you would ride that way.
...............my first poetic attempt :-)
Calmness of Chaos
As the title suggest there is calm n chaos, both inevitable parts of me. But here its something different I am talking about. Heavy Metal Music. Now that’s gonna raise a few eyebrows. I always wondered what is it that pulled people into it.
Is it the darkness, the aggression, the intense lyrics, the thunderous distortion, the drum kick, what is it…
As for me, it was bit of everything as the artist posed with their demonic instruments.
Until recently I discovered something new. The calmness…!!!
Oh man… it was so different… so peaceful.
Louder and harder the music got….you start feeling better and better, relaxed. It feels as if they are playing just for you, the way u want it, the way u feel about others, the way things happen around u….
After a long hard day, facing complexities that rose out of no where…. events that you wished you were never a part of…. All you look for is that calmness.
The best part is that there is no progression… it starts at the very bitter note… as if to say that ‘its enough… you cant accelerate more…. Time to shift gears’.
Once it starts… goes on…and on….like a baby leads its way into the bed time story….we are lead to the depth of that chaos… finally reaching the abyss….
Ssshhhh…. Its silent there. Its just you.
“You got to feel it… to believe it”... … it is indeed really calm
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