tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38862023703681174972012-01-30T18:39:09.980-05:00Trail of Thoughts...Sarath Ramadurgamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10111982754602322486noreply@blogger.comBlogger551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3886202370368117497.post-51820344520530304612012-01-25T23:35:00.001-05:002012-01-25T23:37:06.521-05:00

Is there any reason for the ever changing seasons?A cycle of life gone by…Is there any reason or a purpose for existence?So many have wondered why. Do you find solace in believing the existenceOf the one whom you call God?While some proclaim that they have every reasonTo believe that man made God! I have searched all my life to find a purpose;Something to lend meaning to my actions.In the end

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In the chill of a lonely night,With neither the moon nor the stars in sightI sink into the depths of the darkness that surrounds me. The dark clouds blind the world,Sneering, as the air around grows cold.The cold sweat makes me shiver in a growing sense of fear. Plunged into a morbid silence,Cold sweat leaves my body tense.Every breath I breathe a thunder rumbling aloud in my ear. A shadow darker

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Ashvin checked his watch again. It was five minutes past eight on a sunny December morning when his phone silently buzzed in his pocket. "Hello" "Dude, I reached the flyover, tell me where to go now." Shouting over the sounds of engines and horns, it was Krishna on the phone. "Just go over the flyover. Once you get off it, park in the first free spot you find on the left." "Alright. See you in a

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"Sir... What is your final destination?", the woman asked again in a polite dispassionate tone.When he finally managed to snap out of his reverie, he said "Bangalore, India"."Do you have a transit visa?"The woman was dressed in a blue suit and wore a matching scarf around her neck. Her blue eyes accentuated her sharp features which were drawn together into a confused frown."Sir... Sir... Mr. umm.

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I have not always been uncomfortable with the idea of online social networking. It is a great way to keep in touch with people, an easy way to keep each other updated of what's going on their lives. I remember orkut from my first year of engineering and it was all fun to add people from school as friends, send meaningless 'hey, how are you scraps' and compare who had a higher number of scraps and

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My dear friend, this is an ode to you. All the times we shared, all the fun we had Through the years, both good and bad Through the moments, both happy and sad. You never failed to make me smile with your wit, You never failed to surprise me with your intellect. I have the utmost love and respect for you. It saddens me to lose a friend so true. There is no logic, there is no reason, There is no

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Consider the simple quantum mechanical problem of a particle trapped within a box. The walls have infinite potential, which prevents tunneling. Now the ground state of solution (for the wave-function of the particle) is a simple sine function. Psi(x)=sqrt(2/L)*sin(n*pi*x/L); where Psi is the wave-function of the particle, L is the length of the one-dimensional box and various values of n gives

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Sleep sets in swift, as I driftInto a world serene; where my heart is free... Afloat a tranquil streamThoughts, I’m bereft of thee.The mist unveils a face, not unfamiliar. Her eyes; an oasis in the sun.Her breath; evanescent white silk.Her laughter; an evening bird song.Her voice; a soft benevolent breeze. In darkness, she is my moon.When lead astray, she is the stars that guide.In dispair, she

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Basic principles: No woman wakes up saying: "God, I hope I don't get a tweet today." Now, she might say, "This is a really bad time for texting me." Or something like, "I just need some time with myspace." Or my personal favorite: "I'm really not into orkuting right now." You believe that? Neither does she. You know why? Because she's lying to you, that's why. You understand me? Lying. It's not

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Saying that this would be the last time Holding back the tears as I walked awayWishing she would break the cold silenceWishing she would hold my arm and tell me to stay. I know that the pain is not all mineShe must be hurting deep insideBut no matter what, the truth remains the same… All the times we spent together won’t come back againAll these memories that we share will soon fade awayAs we

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Goooooaaaaal! The most played game in the world consists of various cliques. The major one's being - players, managers, substitutes, suspended (referred from here on as benched), noobs and last but not the least, audience. Players - They are the ones to look up to. Have high ball possession, score goals, perform all sorts of maneuvers and definitely have style when it comes to celebrating their

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Blue skies turning grey The sun’s long gone… Snow is on the ground, Winter’s come… Trapped within her cage Hidden from the world A free bird in isolation Wings growing cold. Her anesthetized lips, Have been numb for a while. How can she sing? When she can’t even smile. In silence she waits, Holding on to her belief; The dark hour shall pass, And truth will set her free. Grey skies turning

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Guys are classical mechanical systems and Girls are quantum mechanical systems. Guys:1) Unless under the influence of other external pressures and stresses, a given force has only one reaction i.e. guys generally are deterministic systems.2) Resistance and friction are forces that just try to return guys to their original state of inertia i.e rest. It has been termed as laziness by girls.

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Evanescent rain weightlessly drifting, Impalpable push of a benign breeze.The warmth of shimmering skiesRekindle the shriveling embers within. The changing colours of the skies,A lucid reflection in your eyes.Life bereft of its mundane throes;Every passing thought silently echoes. Aging leaves float across the street,Like sailing ships in tranquil seas.Into the depths of the night;Forever lost

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A tainted window, a solemn door.Dull monochrome, a place so oldFaded pulchritude, of forgotten times. Dingy light, ash on the floor.Another dusty soul, growing coldIn indolence, in blissful ignorance. A dusky sky, bereft of light.Of invisible stars, many stories toldOf a lonely sun, in decadent times. In the future, light shining bright.Fake hopes, progress foretoldOf changing ways, in changing

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    At the end of every year, three simple questions, at times inadvertently, cross our minds; 'What was good about the previous year, what was bad about it and what do I hope for from the new year.' The answers to these questions provide a lucid picture of the year that's gone by and paint an image of hope for the one ahead. Although it's just another day marking the end of a year on the

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     As the hours ticked away, he continued to sit alone in his chair. It was yet another cold day outside but within his basement, he sat with a big smile on his face. His thoughts jumped between the present and the past every now and then. The tiny earphones lodged within his earlobes innocently continued to play music which somehow magically seemed to rhyme with his thoughts.      The hours

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I see you from the corner of my eye.And drift into an inward smile.I wonder about your thoughts,And the infinite possibilities leave me lost.Like a harmless invisible shadow,From the reflections of the window;Another quiet glimpse I steal,As I paint pictures of how you truly feel. A heart bereft of simple joy.Glued together like a broken toy.In search of human compassion,Does it exist or is it

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Silent is the world that surrounds me,Darkness is the only light around me. Serene is the water within these trenches,Home for the ship wrecked and lost.Forgotten souls rest in this bottomless abyss,Sunk to this depth by turbulent tides. A faint glimmer from far overhead,Fills me with dreams and hopes.I swim away from this oceanbed,To escape this lonely world I dread. Silent is the world that

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    Its been quite an interesting month. This country is truly the 'other-side' of the coin. The stark contrast in the way people live here and the way people live back home is very obvious. Besides the cultural differences, new food and freedom, what is really interesting is the way different people embrace these changes. Everyone has their own way of dealing with the changes in life. Some are

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Shifting landscapes,Crimson stain in the deep blue skies.Drifting angular shapes;Paint my thoughts as the time flies. Distant designs move ahead,While I leave the shapes nearby behind.Music of the train bed,Playing to the silent voices in my mind. A journey from the future into the past;I wish you could make this dream last. Trains keep on whistling by in the lonely night sky;The lights shine

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She drove like a queen down these empty streets,A blurry shadow on the tarmac.Her hair flowed in the winter breeze,Her eyes darker than black. Retro music played on her radio,Speeding down a narrow lane.It was time for the midnight show,And it began to rain… He wishes he’d seen the warning signs,It would never be the same.Oh, how much he regrets his mistakes,Everything changes with time. He

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1. Can You Add Colour To These Lies…?Silent rain, a smiling face Beady eyes, the dreams inside Safe beneath this ignorance; Your lies, my sacred bliss. When life is in shades of grey, Can you add colour to these lies. When truth is making believe, Can you add colour to these lies. Fallen leaves, an old memory A shaft of light, the voice inside Safe beneath my own shadow, Here lies, my sacred

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Eternal darkness Shadows laughing at me Awaken incubus The demons surround me A perfect betrayal All but me slain Bleeding Earth Scarred with a crimson stain Sacred saringan The eye of the future Harbinger of doom Welcome to my sanguinary dream

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Anxious asphyxiation. Restless confusion. Memories haunt endlessly Trapped within these walls helplessly. The air gets thinner, My chances of escape slimmer. Fear burgeoning into hopelessness Leaving behind this insatiable emptiness. Wish I could get out, run away. Wish I could leave, stay away. Save myself from these lucid dreams, Where the silence hides my screams. An eternal night. Panic

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Running through the grey fields, A little girl, her little dream, Clouds drift in shimmering light, Swaying thoughts, waning sight. The comfort of home, forgotten. Hope for the future, forsaken. Weld together the shards of this broken soul. Watch the pieces fit to leave behind a hole. When sad songs seem so happy, When happy songs feel so sad. Wallow in the dead cells outside, Let the ones alive

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Rain and respite, The sun nowhere in sight. Wind making sounds Like a pack of hungry hounds. The sky a blue blur, Lightening and the loud thunder. The endless drone Of water dancing on stone. Birds chirping near, Singing, 'heaven is right here.' Arrive the rain, To wash away the earth's pain.

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Sitting on the shore, I see sinking ships and I wonder; 'Is it better to be a sinking ship than to be the vicarious observer.' Well, for now I will remain as an observer. Everyone around me seems to build themselves a ship and set sail into the ocean to reach their destinations. Some with very opulent ships, some with economic motorized ships and some have sailing ships. Others like me are ashore

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Broken shards strewn across the floor A crimson stain on the jagged wall. Another scar on this trembling hand, Darkness come save us all! A putrid craving uncontained within Slowly sapping the colour away. Hold on to the withering arm of, Mr. Fixer, come lead the way. A callow slave soon fettered For all of life and death as well. Evil lurking in every breath, Shards of a broken soul you sell.

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Silent rain, a smiling faceBeady eyes, the dreams insideSafe beneath this ignorance,Your lies, my sacred bliss.When life is in shades of grey,Can you add colour to these lies.When truth is making believe,Can you add colour to these lies.Fallen leaves, an old memoryA shaft of light, the voice insideSafe beneath my own shadow,Here lies, my sacred bliss.When fate is a song unwritten,Can you add

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When you feel tired of searching for answers. When you think that you've lost your way. When you feel weak, to fight this battle. And your beliefs gone astray. When you feel like you've been kept in the dark. And hope seems to fade away. Questions to ask, about the past. Does she have the answers? You open your mouth, but no words come out, And tell her about your fear; 'To wake up alone, feel

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1. Head, Neck or Back aches.2. Skipping Meals/Eating late into the Night.3. Low Personal Hygiene.4. Constant Change in Sleep Pattern.Sounds familiar? Those are just a few of the many symptoms of Computer Addiction (in most cases Internet Addiction). Probably, in one form or the other, most people with access to good Internet invariably get addicted. Generally, people get addicted to massively

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"There is no client as scary as an innocent man." - J. M. Haller.This is the quote with which the book 'The Lincoln Lawyer' by Michael Connelly begins. The book, like many other works of its kind, describes snippets of the life of a lawyer. What is intriguing is the profundity of the quote. How much one can glean about lawyers from just that one line! Though all our lives are in one way or the

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Truth, is something people always (or most of the times) seek. Oddly in one way or the other, truth is something people expect. Why should people be drawn towards truth? Is it some sort of satisfaction to ones' ego? Is it some power the truth bestows upon the person? Is it curiosity that fuels this desire to know the truth? Before even considering these questions, one may be drawn to wonder how

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Recently I got a call from Big Bazaar asking for my Dad. I tell him, that my dad is in the bathroom, call back later. He says, could I have his mobile number! I tell him, I dont think people usually take mobiles into the bathroom, you can call back after 15 minutes. :)

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Spoilers: As for the heads, you should be able to easily guess...... :P

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In silence I sleep; oblivious of a world beyond all that I can see. In silence the world changes every night, quite oblivious of me. In peace I live, each day something new for me. In turmoil the world lives, each day a new battle to be free. In joy I search, answers to questions fascinating. In anger the world, questions the answers emanating. In sadness I withdraw, to the pain and suffering.

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I knew the coordinates of the safe house where Diedric would be in the event of CRAA, but the tough part was making my way through the ever changing NML terrain. Though this part of the world was mostly untouched by war, it was the common hiding grounds for people from both sides, which meant that it was the fertile grounds for clandestine warfare. It would inevitably be full of monitored and

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Though the light was dim, I felt like staring into search lights. The effect of the drug was slowly fading and the pain, seeping back in. I knew that it had been a miracle that I was alive. I knew this not because I remembered what had happened to me, but by the seriousness of my wounds. My head hurt every time I tried to remember anything, so for the moment I decided to rest. I was suddenly hit

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He is late yet again. It has been a week since the last doctor visit. Her condition has been getting progressively worse. I don’t know what the lab test results say. I hope everything is ok. We should be leaving else we will miss the appointment. On reaching the hospital we make our way to the examination room.“Yes, what seems to be the problem” asks the doctor looking through his spectacles,

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He is late again. I wish he didn’t do that, not when there was so much going on. Now that granny had passed away, for the last eight months I have had to take care of Ammu all by myself. I wish he would be more supportive, at least now when the symptoms were repeating themselves. Ammu was coughing out so loud that I thought, God forbid, her intestines would burst out. There was some blood as well

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This article is the child of a discussion me and a few of my friends had recently. The arguement was basically about whether oil prices in India should be subsidised or not and are these prices and inflation related.First a few graphs:First graph shows the inflation pattern over the last few years, the second shows where we are compared to the world and the third is perhaps what caught my

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Referring to the movie Freedom Writers, though it may be only about kids from a ghetto, in the light of recent events in Bangalore, the unrest in people in different parts of the world has a similar motivation. Be it terrorists or the kid in school brandishing a gun or anybody for that matter, human beings always fight to protect what they believe is their own. Many times the cause is far too

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Freedom Writers is a 2007 movie starring Hilary Swank, Patrick Dempsey and others. Erin Gruwell (Swank) gets the job of teaching English for freshman year in Wilson High School. She is faced with a group of students racially divided who have mutual hatred and also disrespect her. In one of her classes she catches a few students making fun of an African American student by drawing a caricature

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After leaving Blush Responce (a synthpop band), Brandon Flowers (vocals, keyboards) teamed up with David Keuning (guitars, vocals), Mark Stoermer (bass, vocals), Ronnie Vannucci Jr. (drums) formed The Killers. Often described as the "Best British band to have come out of America", The Killers is a post-punk rock band influenced by british bands and the music from the 80s.Their album Hot Fuss,

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Amon Amarth is a swedish death metal band who usually use Viking themes for their songs. They get their name from one of the places in Tolkien's Middle-Earth. It translates to Mount Doom in Sindarin (one of Tolkien's Elvish languages). Like any other death metal band, the songs are punctuated with deep growls and powerful lyrics. Backed by decent guitarists and one kick ass drummer, their music

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Consisting of four women: Linda Perry (vocals), Shaunna Hall (guitar), Christa Hillhouse (bass), and Wanda Day (drums), 4 Non Blondes is a pop rock, one hit wonder. Their song "Whats Up!" peaked at 11 on the Billboard Top 200. Formed in 1989 following an ad by Linda Perry in the newspaper looking for female musicians, it didn't last long beyond their first album. 1995, Linda Perry released her

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Rustling leaves, a cool breeze;Life passed on with ease.....All the rules were meant for fools.Mischievous, weren't we?".Excited 'bout the days with no school...Just waiting for a chance to break free.Some might consider them wasted years,But others remember them with joyful tears.We bid Adieu, this one last time......For each of our songs will always have a new rhyme.Good friends we've made over

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The weather was really bad. Night was not the problem; in fact it was of great help, but the rain could become troublesome. He knew that this was not going to be easy, especially with the downpour. It was a little after 10. He had less than two hours to get the job done because at 12 was the end of the day he thought. “End of the day” he mused; yet he knew it was no joke. Nobody could laugh at

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Shawn Lane (1963-2003) born in Memphis, Tennessee; began learning guitar at the age of 10. By then he had spent quite some time learning piano, but decided that guitar would be his natural instrument. He along with bassist Jonas Hellborg have worked on many album between 1995 and 2003. This guitar virtuoso suffered from psoriasis and arthritis through out his life, which made walking very

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Vince Benaim (guitarist) with his friends Sam (drummer) and John Drai (bassist) came together to form Gates of Delirium in 1999. It was only by 2001 that keyboardist Fred Colombo and vocalist Alex joined in to form a complete band and was renamed as Amnesya. In August 2002, the band split because of musical disagreements leaving Vince, John and Fred to continue under the name of Spheric Universe

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Wintersun is a band conceived and nurtured solely by Jari Mäenpää (ex-Ensiferum frontman). He employed only a session drummer (Kai Hahto) to perform the drums and percussion, while he himself performed the vocals, bass, guitars and synthesizer alone in the self-titled album Wintersun released in 2004.This Finnish band could be superficially classified as melodic death metal, but the musical

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