Dinner of Malai Kebab, Chicken Do Piaza and Naan, Ice Cream Soda for Aasim. Then he playing UT2003 in his room while we listen and discuss Khusro’s poetry – Sheer Bliss
Category: Live Journal Entries
Gimme you Palm, I can’t it is attached to my wrist.
Just read that Palm Inc introduced Zire 71 for just $299. For the price it appears to be a steal for PDA beginners, it has a 640×480 camera built in and also an MP3 player. However if you have deep enough pockets (financially and actually) then Sony Clie NZ90 is the way to go. The most common comment I have heard about NZ90, and I agree, It is BIG, but the 2 mega pixel camera is decent enough to use it as your *only* digital cam as
First Love
They were all of 14 years old, and a very unlikely pair. She with her 24″ waist, fair complexion and brown eyes was the most beautiful of them all. He was pitifully thin, had disheveled long hair and was known for his antics of harassing his teachers with snakes, lizards and crabs. Needless to say that girls avoided him and he couldn’t care less. She was not even in the same section as him. Just that his best friend was “maha fida” on her but couldn’t bring himself to talk to her. Mind you I am talking about 1980 and Nagpur. He insisted that his best friend *ask* but ultimately did it for him, the trysts were to take place at his house as meeting outside would have been too much of a taboo and both his parents were working. Rather convenient…
By the third meeting his best friend had figured out that she was smarter than him and he was not getting anywhere. The best friend dropped out of the triangle but she continued with her Saturday afternoon visits. She discovered that he was not at all bad. They never said “I love you” to each other – It just was assumed, nor were there any promises to love you till the end of this world. In fact by 17 they just moved on… … Each to their own way.
She was my first love – I still love her, I am sure she does as well.
She taught me several important things, again not in order of importance
1) She taught me how to think like a woman – as closely as a man can
2) She taught me how to open hooks with just thumb and index finger
3) She taught me how to make a woman feel “cared for”
4) She taught me how to braid hair
I can keep going on with the list, I am sure she also learned several things from me, BUT there is one thing that I can never repay her back for, nor will she accept any payment for – She sat with me and cried on my behalf when my mother died, We were just 15 and somehow I just could not let my emotions out. She wished that I would cry it out but did not insist. She had just said, I remember the exact words – “Be brave Tarique someday there will be someone”
Just remembered all this while reading this at
Finally gave in to the lure, the quiz and the site is kewl 😉
pahalii sii muhabbat
I am once again making a valiant effort to paraphrase it as closely as possible and I am sure the effort will ultimately entail an apology to the poet… … Still
mujh se pahalii sii mohabbat merii mahabuub na maa.Ng
mai.n ne samajhaa thaa ki tuu hai to daraKhshaa.N hai hayaat
teraa Gam hai to Gam-e-dahar kaa jhaga.Daa kyaa hai
terii suurat se hai aalam me.n bahaaro.n ko sabaat
terii aa.Nkho.n ke sivaa duniyaa me.n rakkhaa kyaa hai (*)
tuu jo mil jaaye to taqadiir niguu.N ho jaaye
yuu.N na thaa mai.n ne faqat chaahaa thaa yuu.N ho jaaye
aur bhii dukh hai.n zamaane me.n mohabbat ke sivaa
raahate.n aur bhii hai.n vasl kii raahat ke sivaa
mujh se pahalii sii mohabbat merii mahabuub na maa.Ng
anaginat sadiyo.n ke taariik bahimaanaa talism
resham-o-atalas-o-kam_Khvaab me.n bunavaaye huye
jaa-ba-jaa bikate huye kuuchaa-o-baazaar me.n jism
Khaak me.n litha.De huye Khuun me.n nahalaaye huye
jism nikale huye amaraaz ke tannuuro.n se
piip bahatii hu_ii galate huye naasuuro.n se
lauT jaatii hai udhar ko bhii nazar kyaa kiije
ab bhii dil_kash hai teraa husn maGar kyaa kiije
aur bhii dukh hai.n zamaane me.n mohabbat ke sivaa
raahate.n aur bhii hai.n vasl kii raahat ke sivaa
mujh se pahalii sii mohabbat merii mahabuub na maa.Ng
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Don’t ask me to love you as before, my sweetheart!
I had presumed that you will be the light of my life,
Your sorrows fade the sorrows of the world to insignificance,
Your face gives permanence to the blooms in this world,
What more is there to this world than your eyes…
If I get you (your love) the fate will be subservient to me,
Oh! but it was not thus, I had merely wished it to be so,
There is more to pain than the pain of my (unfulfilled) love
There is more to happiness than the happiness of our union
Don’t ask me to love you as before, my sweetheart!
Dark, dreadful sorcery of countless centuries,
Woven into silk and satin lace and brocade.
Bodies sold in markets and alleys, hither-thither,
Encrusted with ashes, bathed in blood.
Bodies taken from the cauldrons of diseases,
pus oozing from their festering ulcers.
I can’t take my eyes off from them, what can I do…
Your beauty is still just as heart-warming, but what can I do…
There is more to pain than the pain of my (unfulfilled) love
There is more to happiness than the happiness of our union
Don’t ask me to love you as before, my sweetheart!
Colours of Summer
Looks like finally the war is showing signs of ending. Unfortunately SARS is not showing any signs of abating. War and SARS combined have effectively brought work to a stand still even at SANIsoft. Nobody wants to take any decisions.
Have started writing an article, hopefully it will be published.
Swati is feeling a bit under. Hopefully just sore throat … …
I have been reading up on Subversion, webDAV and XUL a very heady combination in terms of ideas BUT I am sure I am sooner or later going to get too busy to follow up any of those 🙁
Discovered that Open Office 1.0 provided with RH 9 sux doing a right click on a misspelled word literally freezes the machine for about a minute or so. This never happened in my earlier downloaded versions.
Some Indian Palm Squirrels have 3 stripes and others 5
“UhUh!” This was the first thing which Aasim said when he saw him for the first time, the name stuck. UhUh was the first of the squirrel orphans which we have reared in the past two years. He also was the youngest that we ever found. In fact it is quite a miracle that he survived. We did not know anything about what to give him, we tried diluted milk which he vehemently rejected, after a lot of researching on the web Swati came up with a formula. High fat scalded milk + Honey + a drop of multivitamin syrup. I was scared that the high fat content would be too much for such a tiny thing, I also had my doubts about the high temperature at which the milk was to be fed.
He grew up to be a nice and playful pet, would actively seek out one of us and give hugs to the thumb or fingers, he was free to go out but would return in the evening after a bit of cajoling and promises of Monaco biscuits, Monaco was the first solid thing he ate and would love to lie on his back in either mine or Swati’s lap and nibble away to bliss. He even became friends with our kitten!!
Unfortunately we couldn’t keep his faith 🙁 One evening while he was playing in the dining room a cat came in and caught him. Though I could rescue him unhurt he was too shaken. The next morning he left and took charge of his life never to return home. For a few days after the incident he would still allow us to touch him while he was in the trees and would readily accept a biscuit but he never allowed anyone to hold him. Once he found a mate all his interactions stopped.
But both of us felt happy… …
None of the orphans (we lost count after 8) whom we raised after UhUh were so responsive or so trusting. You can see his entire album here
Which Plant Are You?
this quiz was made by Erin
A return bolt of lightening is 400,000 times faster than a space shuttle
We had another thunderstorm yesterday – thankfully being wise to it, we disconnected everything, Swati even advised the Cablewala to do it, he did it as well! So far so good, the problem arose when he no longer could put the things back – we got connected only after 8 hours of blackout or should it be called netout.
Have finally tweaked my machine as I like it the only complaint is that the new version of Log Jam does not (and will not ever) allow long subject lines. The other rant of the the day is that FTP to SANIsoft site for some reason is not working in passive mode and cable allows only passive mode FTP. Have taken out tons of pictures to be uploaded to the new album which I am creating… …
Upgraded to new GAIM 0.60 and thanks to
Ghazal – the word originates from arabic, meaning, “mannerism of talking to or talking about women”
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Yaar laut aainge Dil thaher jaaye ga Gam na kar, Gam na kar Dil thaher jaaye ga Zakhm bhar jaaye ga Abr khul jaaye ga |
Friends will return Heartache/emotional turmoil will stop Don’t grieve, Don’t grieve Heartache/emotional turmoil will stop Wound will heal Clouds will blow away |
Apologies to Faiz Ahmed Faiz for a pretty lame translation but a lot of small things have fallen into place which give rise to this optimism.
I finally have Linux back on my computer. Yeah Red Hat 9!!, Will write a detailed raves and rants may be tomorrow BUT yes all the hardware on my 845glly mobo was detected out of the box and works properly and the rants are about the changes that Red Hat has made to the UI.