tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36590656149195067922024-03-05T05:03:25.153-08:00AlterEgo ActualizedFrom Hamlet by William Shakespeare
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-73874280940914862092015-03-27T00:51:00.001-07:002015-03-27T00:51:58.947-07:00My Elusive Muse<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-35066059200821311262015-01-08T22:24:00.001-08:002015-01-08T22:27:41.387-08:00The Game with Chronos <h2>
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My opponent - <br />
He works incessantly...Tick Tock, Tick Tock..<br />
Bends over backwards to move ahead of me..<br />
I take a deep breath and look him in the eye<br />
Unabashed , he stares and steps forward.<br />
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Steady and assured of my surrender..<br />
He slips forward with a sly smile<br />
Deep within I sense the inevitability of my defeat<br />
And look heavenwards for my share of peace..<br />
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Then I heard a lotus bloom in the marsh..<br />
Silent and Pensive<br />
I paused and stared..<br />
The Stillness soothed my racing heart...<br />
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That transcendent moment..<br />
I forgot to speed<br />
Chronos left me with me a smile ...in search of his next victim <br />
I never noticed..<br />
And realised that I had won the race after all..Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-71375439803776529582014-12-03T01:18:00.001-08:002014-12-03T01:18:44.130-08:00Analyse this..<h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lost in thought..<br />I dissect each event..<br />I am the oil in the water..<br />Inside yet outside...<br />I go through the motions of life ..<br /><br />The mind's impermeable bubble is my cocoon..<br />When will the butterfly break through?<br />I observe -I watch-I analyse..<br />I look ..I see ..I wish ..I dont..<br /><br /><br />Alas I am no Kabir's swan..<br />To feel is ..To die..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And<br />To think is ..To Live<br />Analyse this -The title of my Life's Story ..</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A ( written some yrs back ..still holds good)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-19070135380794128782014-11-27T20:14:00.002-08:002014-11-27T20:14:56.736-08:00Am Back...Back ..Good at keeping my promises ...Completed my PhD.
Enjoyed the journey and the feeling good at the destination....<br />
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<br />Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-79018078967943265272010-09-02T22:20:00.001-07:002010-09-02T22:20:54.865-07:00Will be backIn case anybody checks in..(I very much doubt that :)) Will be back after my PhD is complete..Take care and ciaoReluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-20173442212560968702010-03-21T09:54:00.000-07:002010-03-21T10:06:04.338-07:00A Plea to those who write a student's future..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeK7tWTfpa5Q4cNuXogH_AUmhlAwy5utQW3-I9TDSitbFtBsGS8QVgIgyen61JfCnA4yCVIzs1gOU3GTarfGLV3qkC98hM7ucJopw0nV6ZjoIlV8TWXuYXO6PQaZmGEZVItAoGsuVSwJZ/s1600-h/college-graduate-photo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451133432949290082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVeK7tWTfpa5Q4cNuXogH_AUmhlAwy5utQW3-I9TDSitbFtBsGS8QVgIgyen61JfCnA4yCVIzs1gOU3GTarfGLV3qkC98hM7ucJopw0nV6ZjoIlV8TWXuYXO6PQaZmGEZVItAoGsuVSwJZ/s320/college-graduate-photo.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I am eager..I am young </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I feel things that you have long forgotten<br />Passion, Enthusiasm , Friendship..<br />All perfect in my little glass bowl<br />Do not be the one to shatter my illusions<br />Yet..<br /><br />I am testing waters..<br />Unaware of uncertainties..I live life believing my infallibility..<br />I try..I fall ..I try again </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I am confident ..The world is my oyster..<br />Do not break my spirit..<br />Yet..<br /><br /><br />The real world waits<br />I have heard that it is cruel..You would know<br />Let it wait..A minute<br />Let me learn,Let me give,Let me grow..<br />Help me if you can<br />Do not be the one to steal my smile </span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Recognise my goodness ..Before clipping my wings</span></div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><div><br />Time-the great punisher..is waiting </div><div>With one swoop of his arms He will break my little bubble soon..<br /><br />I am a flower that blossomed today..<br />Let me live this day..</div><div></div><div></div><div><em>"Dedicated to all youngsters who suffer for their teacher's sins.Foto from internet"</em></span></div>Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-50805115034966531962010-03-11T08:52:00.000-08:002010-03-11T09:06:25.976-08:00IPL Blues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRMocnQh3WR5W75UGkknm5_wn9zKdiq64J0yqQa-KFDoY0dXa7pTwEnziL4y3jyRXPHkg4jUKpanVMafuzgLyla4McmK5FDckg6IK5_zzrNlUwVEfOOGgSRsUvXCCQGuY7f-IONk_gMJl/s1600-h/ipl1.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 550px; 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HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447422904347561714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjar1UwyyJbejDDIbTfFf3A7Vzwy3C52JGj__f9bxffW66-J_xIXoDfO-CPVEWGCJFzHVk7PPu69fWwZsCuchwlHHOEkr_xa8jNTDul3123r9RTUrbOWy7jYE_YHIBYXOPx8VI9FRBb9iP4/s320/ipl2.1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM421OFCsKzNEtiQumRogJVCoo-5A7FWG-aAbXECwyJ7obnFwLPyYcHuD-TSxXmDctSsBKNZvpF_D4DtwsrMEWZwg390KXEuQMbYHCGQY5dWSfJR0xFbcZsjAWmP0CTvCrXCCVPcAXCtxw/s1600-h/ipl3.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 636px; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447422820427802754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM421OFCsKzNEtiQumRogJVCoo-5A7FWG-aAbXECwyJ7obnFwLPyYcHuD-TSxXmDctSsBKNZvpF_D4DtwsrMEWZwg390KXEuQMbYHCGQY5dWSfJR0xFbcZsjAWmP0CTvCrXCCVPcAXCtxw/s320/ipl3.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjA6sJ-JsSAJdyG3o3oTjHHp8r_wvgqcdiMrvC3vKmNAwm1peUHQqy6NCesjdGyWWgm6C88_Mr2q9R08SFlDGPNXJzYwyurcGTF4MisssI-MownaCqPcz6vbPWTgM2Yfm6nuBGbnpPIpPp/s1600-h/ipl4.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 508px; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447422695337909794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjA6sJ-JsSAJdyG3o3oTjHHp8r_wvgqcdiMrvC3vKmNAwm1peUHQqy6NCesjdGyWWgm6C88_Mr2q9R08SFlDGPNXJzYwyurcGTF4MisssI-MownaCqPcz6vbPWTgM2Yfm6nuBGbnpPIpPp/s320/ipl4.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><br /><div>It is starting on the 13th..How apt..Definitely unlucky for me<br /><br /></div><div>A lot of clubs form a part of the IPL..Thot I will declare mine too..<br /></div><div>I will call it IWC-Ignored Wives Club-</div><br /><div>Hmm..Nothing much to do-Will grin and bear it ..</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-68449524143932797042009-12-23T21:55:00.000-08:002009-12-23T22:03:25.873-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSvlCSvw9AP6hTanlrFerxs9RNs0gVpG18WuPr4nwS2d2OcsxPurOO2AVz0m6stKzsMNKcvmHNaD2Np-q9uug1jh9H8BrJ6Kx4W8YjBktEaQ2pZ0SS_OW0CT_6th9GMfd7neBTyJWSTZv/s1600-h/jesus-xmas.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSvlCSvw9AP6hTanlrFerxs9RNs0gVpG18WuPr4nwS2d2OcsxPurOO2AVz0m6stKzsMNKcvmHNaD2Np-q9uug1jh9H8BrJ6Kx4W8YjBktEaQ2pZ0SS_OW0CT_6th9GMfd7neBTyJWSTZv/s320/jesus-xmas.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418677723967766578" /></a><br /><br />Season's Greetings and let us remember to share a little bit with the less fortunate<br />I love giving to http://www.worldvisionindia.org/<br />-<br />AngelineReluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-56070559451340074862009-12-21T06:33:00.000-08:002014-11-27T19:57:24.276-08:00Thru The Eyes of the ChildDid you know that the flyover can become the endless charter of giggles..
<br />Or the lush green patch in the city (!some of them exist) become emerald forests that have hidden treasures..
<br />The bubbles in the crowded market Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-59606228116860643122009-11-28T09:28:00.001-08:002009-11-28T09:28:57.670-08:00The Seasons of LifeThe Clouds and The Storm<br />Rage for a while<br /> <br />Six months , A year -Indefinite<br />You cling to the white columns of your sanity<br />And hope they don't crumble..<br /> <br /> <br />The sun shines through the clouds<br />Ang you feel the ghost of a smile<br />Hovering on your lips<br /> <br />Little do you know<br />About the scorching heat<br />That would sap the hope and make you yearn for showers again..<br /> <br /> <br />The whoosh of the snow storm brings in the chill and the emptiness<br />You hug yourself ,bite your cracked lips and hold back the tears..and trudge on<br /> <br />Stomp,Stomp..<br /> <br />The flowers bloom then ..one at a time<br /> <br />They grow in your heart and the fragrance envelopes you ..<br />The stars on earth warm your heart..<br />You smile and greet the new season and not forget the past..Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-19253454625657175412009-11-27T03:53:00.000-08:002009-11-27T03:54:33.436-08:00An Ode to the Dosa MakerS...<br /><br />You wield the metal spoon with a finesse that eludes me<br />The concentric circles on the pan <br />Settle down in their rightful place under the sun..<br />Your movements are measured and efficient<br />The dosa's golden heart seems to gleam<br />And the kitchen seems brighter<br />I blink ..The spell is broken..<br />And at the right moment<br />You flip them and drop them into the gaping plates..<br />The perfect Sunday Brunch<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You..<br />Wait patiently and wield your aura <br />I run out of steam ..The curses and my raging are consumed by your constancy<br />The myriad emotions in the kaleidoscope of my confused mind<br />Settle down and form the brilliant glass flower <br />Whose radiance drive the bleak thoughts away<br />The smile on your face grows<br />The Rainbow's gold glows in my heart<br />I take your hand and the love courses through my soul<br />Contentment and peace <br />In our Almost perfect LivesReluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-25837235970640972372009-11-27T03:52:00.001-08:002009-11-27T03:52:58.799-08:00The Apple of Her EyesSubbu jumped over a puddle on the mud track and hummed a little tune to herself..Soon-...She promised herself <br />Her mouth watered when she thought of the fish...The last time she ate fish curry was when her eldest sister had come home. The feast was more for her brother-in-law's benefit than Akka's (Akka-elder sister). Everyone knew that Akka detested fish and all things from the sea..This ensured her a high listing in her husband's bad books...<br /><br />Amma had tried to appease Sundram -Akka's husband -that day ..After all what woman worth her salt would not please her husband with dainty dishes cooked to perfection for the discerning palate...<br /><br />Subbu remembered her mother's eagerness to please her son-in-law and snorted ..Did not Akka come back with a broken rib the very next week-courtesy -overcooked fish curry that offended the same discerning palate..<br /><br />Anyway-Subbu shook her head to rid herself of unpleasant thoughts..Nothing would come in between her and pleasure of eating a well cooked meal today..Each day she sat with her mother in the market to sell the home grown tomatoes and greens .. Sweating and listening to her mother's litany of the past had saddened her..but by now she had perfected an expression of sympathy on her face while her mind wandered....She smiled a secret smile in anticipation of the treat ahead..<br /><br />The smile ended before it began ..She peeked at the street corners and heaved a big sigh when she did not see Amma's friends around.There would be hell to pay if they remarked about her smiling on the roads..Amma would launch into one of her lectures on how unmarried girls should behave ..<br /><br />Akka's husband's fathers' second cousin had come with a peace offering .. Akka had moaned from the interiors of the hut while Amma entertained the cousin with banana and wails about Akka's cooking..Subbu had looked longingly at the peace offering..It wasn't everyday that prime catch was available in the house..<br />Akka came out and looked at the peace offering -sighed and wound her unkempt hair.She left home after lunch with jasmine in her hair and Amma's new sari. Amma lighted special incense sticks ..<br /><br />Subbu was furious-Amma had promised her the new sari for Pongal and everybody had conveniently forgotten.She went out to sulk . Amma had called out to her " Subbu -Would you like some fish curry for the night ".. Subbu stopped cursing all of them and a happy light came to her eyes..<br /><br />Amma had then ordered her to get some bottle gourd from her friends Koki's house. <br />Koki's house was three miles away from theirs..<br /><br />Subbu was coming back home from the errand....It had been a long walk-The evening sun scorched her feet ....Subbu didn't mind ..<br />The thought of the dish kept her going..As she entered her street she could smell Amma's fish curry...<br /><br />She heard his voice before she saw him..Anna (elder brother) disappeared from home often-He worked with a cinema unit..When he came back home he told funny stories about fat heroes and young heroines...Amma boasted about it to everyone on the street ..Subbu had noticed that they all looked at Amma with pity when she spoke with pride..<br />Anna always came back home unannounced, ate , took money from home and disappeared.<br />Ate-Subbu stepped out of her reverie and looked at the pot-Amma was dishing out the last portions onto Annas plate with a pleased expression ..<br />Anna noticed her first -"Subbu Come Come" and ginned ..Amma glanced at her and turned her adoring gaze to her son..."Child" Amma admonished -"Greet your Anna"..<br /><br /><br />Subbu swallowed the hot burning tears ,plastered a smile and said -"Vaa(Come) Anna"Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-86327926765246023212009-05-11T00:37:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.955-08:00Jesus Christ Superstar<div class="tagblk forspace postedtime"><a href="http://blogs.sulekha.com/tags/"><strong></strong></a><br /></div> <img src="http://bumblebee2703.sulekha.com/mstore/bumblebee2703/albums/default/Christ.jpg" alt="Image source:michaelguth.com/myblog/meditations.htm" /><br /><br />We are getting ready for the big event...<br />Being the "cluckety-cluck" Mom I am ..<br />I had been giving him a big lecture on Good Friday..<br /><br />I told him that Jesus died on the cross for us ....and how painful it must have been for him..<br />He listened to all this ..and was very sober for a couple of minutes...<br />And it was back to jumping on the well-worn sofa..<br /><br />We said our prayers and went to bed..<br />He wanted to know about the Cross....<br />And I told him that it was a kind of tree and Jesus was hung from it..<br /><br />He looked happy for a minute and assured me ..<br />"Dont worry Mom-Spiderman would swing from the tree and definitely rescue him.."<br /><br />Wish I had thot of that !<br /><br /><br />Here's to a contemplative Good Friday and a happy Easter<br /><br /><img src="http://bumblebee2703.sulekha.com/mstore/bumblebee2703/albums/default/spiderman3.jpg" alt="" /><br /><br />--<br />( )<br />AReluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-28357773203141723562009-05-04T21:11:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.960-08:00Our personal Tsunami<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A trivial portion of Chotu's non-stop chatter for the day :(and a better part of the nite)</span><br /><br />You can visit us any time of the day ..<br />We guarantee non-stop entertainment<br />Non stop switching of all the cartoon channels<br /><br />Mom on the sofa-yes on top of it..<br />The floor is littered with toys and playmates -the plastic kind Of course-What did you think..<br />And the roaches racing for the piece of roti I thoughtfully left for them on the sofa...<br />That was y'day....<br />Maybe I will repeat the kind act during lunch today..and hopefully see more of them<br /><br />Wow listen to that Screaming ..<br />Guess Mom saw the roach....or the roach saw Mom..<br />Whatever...<br /><br /><br />Is that my WATER GUNnnnnnnnnn..<br />Wet the bed -Not literally of course..<br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">What do you think-That happened last night ..<br />I am older now ..</span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"><br />How about the folded clothes..Hmm gotta plan the target..<br /><br />When can I go down to play?<br />Is it evening yet ?<br />What time of the day is it ?<br />Is there anything to eat?<br />Can I cut your hair ?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amma's (as in Mommy) take on the situation :</span><br /><br />It is that time of the year when it lands..in each home where a tiny tot resides...<br /><br />This year ..<br />It is the first for me ...<br />I was not prepared..<br /><br />This is on the bed<br /><br /><div> </div> <img alt="" src="http://bumblebee2703.sulekha.com/mstore/bumblebee2703/albums/default/Image0023.jpg" /><br /><br />This is below the bed..<br /><br /><br /><img alt="" src="http://bumblebee2703.sulekha.com/mstore/bumblebee2703/albums/default/Image0021.jpg" /><br /><br />It is 12.00 in the nite and I am still cleaning..<br /><br />Sleepy and Sighin<br />I have no "take" on anything !!!!<br /><br />This I have to say tho- and I really mean it<br />I can't wait for him to wake up ..<br />And ask all those questions...<br /><br />()<br />A</span>Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-7879984824164047742009-03-30T21:59:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.962-08:00Where are the leaders  <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWDSfwnPWqJBIqkqQ1MwsTOgyjKHz9CF-oGapRPii_9tBsuhqh7tl0V3nTgvPoPggLVmaSxJK0KaRzilfImlGaG3Nq4kbu38OyGgFwyimBxewo9yYsanJx47OTid7FaZ60ZVKyKPdSYg/s1600-h/stray-dogs%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="stray-dogs" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="stray-dogs" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UgSYY3iYi9e8JzNT4NrfG5gkYOuZoB2V2RruR_DIQ15b4-nZif3Cvc6AaQKVzofM0qrEvHUhn_Oi_aeZmA6-NLT1jPmJcuAwJcsTX8lDezp6r5ZNxj8yEjJX56ch7OCeYU2zGTmbaiM/?imgmax=800" width="228" border="0" /></a> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Puppies, Kittens and a vasectomy for the street dog..</p> <p></p> <p>Are they more important than a man's limbs, his dignity, and his faith?</p> <p>It does appear so..</p> <p></p> <p>Freedom of speech seems to mean more than tolerance and letting people live their lives...</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_jF9LcdmW86eUfH_EABzoJYiKMQI29rWNrFg7s-sAPk6goSgjDm5slvb9tU6ylCefneBnRTCnRGx8RZ-rAwkwZTVc-l0nheb490hCCLZZR8IB30NDIIrBzTokTnDT5thYubVefvGtHuU/s1600-h/children%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="children" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="children" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyVbIqxr1LANFX9hEho9rbo_-Ev9D6EHD9LFXeBnzu_29bvxXusC1hMor1Api5kflDmvaLcLUH1ltCxMtBUXM2xNY8NUDn2OosbCb8A6AoNTzz1bIC7gQChUTiFIeIZ_y2DRnbYP-AwwY/?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Where are the leaders?</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The tear drop island faces its own demons...</p> <p>It is time to shed your crocodile tears for the plight of a ignored race</p> <p>And wave all the colored flags...</p> <p>Fighting for visibility....</p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhQhyphenhyphenfxGbn8NbgKgCLgheKUaB5TmfXLpGPiX28eBK8fpM6gexFmhd2RLs3GHhJxRVgaGE4uINWyqdnRgLk7mB97lkTggxGxosnHhjW7JJbFr6OizV628FU_POEEJxC8aqYMgiiphkegs/s1600-h/exodus%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="exodus" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="124" alt="exodus" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDUnIRgfhoBQ8Pmdtl8C6a_TZMAzvJynBHVBaoA88oj7C6pUDFQJxnOe7o6gtCiTvE5hC5ws4He7KXyHoFfhtUVvvBMWD1WRs4s2R8Nk6LdRXPEUfI7pq7YmnMfG397jZ1iohCrCeELeI/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>The madness continues</p> <p>The Afflicted claiming more victims….</p> <p>And more monsters emerge from their lairs..</p> <p>Sucking you into their world of chaos and hate…</p> <p>Where are the leaders?</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Friends turns foes..</p> <p>Foes turn friends..</p> <p>Silver tongued orators with regard only for their coffers..</p> <p>Educated manipulators..</p> <p>Entertainers who hold the vote bank with their painted face..</p> <p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Where are the leaders?</p> I despair and  </p> <p>I am Pandora again..</p> <p> <p>And hold tight to that last gift ..</p> Hope for a better world peace and tolerance ..for us, our children and theirs .. <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqx2QNGbMsRK9OzOxpBaRsYMQemxvgHAlmTFme7SmfUG9zyyF6OKbSfNSsDqbbSHc9pqSVVc1ljoLMwfdyaBT2eywaZhQqugfrBJaPLzDTp9QstHKHcxAqa2a1iBcYNv3qPKBHZIErqx0/s1600-h/01_37_2---Pigeons_web%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="01_37_2---Pigeons_web" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="163" alt="01_37_2---Pigeons_web" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4EJ4vRLNz5Dtm1hxxvHfRlNPDBU7jd4dbzONDd3EEBcoUEhXWjnecNkwn43v90Hi4Ffw5xn8pNXNunv7Q9FjrLe_Kia6OqVvtKoO4dhfHiDY_6bME9nLqUoNLqC6k6uI_1GSm3C4Oa8/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> </p> <p></p> <p> <p> <p>( )</p> A </p></p> Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-17988230180920940122009-03-27T05:28:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.964-08:00The Long Road Home<p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbqA8DxU2XUnM2Rr4ceII06r9sx0YuY8hGqaINWyrRwSYwNo5JfP2HrHQ7V-PU064om_32T75DSVY8G2TekKspyMvy9wfR97gGdDM59FlQqM8izRBTarFDGxgl8E96qfuWrLxejG73ek/s1600-h/ROAD%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="ROAD" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="ROAD" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimB5eIrpE36h1-oxRooDO6YoT0yIuSbKLv07JHWbBo8ZzTwgMMbwYU6NF8dIGWDF5uesJ1uot9DrtLEnwlDelgmbW0qyCIHrNASZAUjbnvZjpCXSjNeJD3bfxHF7XDeDuKlYMjFx-u6l8/?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Heated Arguments</p> <p></p> <p>Unshed tears</p> <p></p> <p>Wilful demonstrations…..</p> <p></p> <p>I recollect my teenage years with angst and amusement</p> <p></p> <p>”You don’t understand” had been  my constant refrain</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The mea culpa’s after extraordinary adventures..</p> <p></p> <p>Stillness and Silence after harming myself and family</p> <p></p> <p>Acceptance in my mother’s heart..</p> <p></p> <p>Forgiveness in my father’s wisdom…</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The encouragement after innumerable failures-real and imagined</p> <p></p> Strength after a breakdown…the affliction of of our country’s school finals <p></p> <p></p> <p>All this and more………..</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Then there was success –again real and imagined..</p> <p>Days when I knew  the world better </p> <p>Days when the world served me bitter lemons</p> <p></p> <p></p> A place of my own-a home of my own <p></p> <p>The happy years as an individual</p> Finding love on the way….. <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>My journey with my parents..It is still on</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>The road was long ..It took me time …but  I have reached home ….</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>()</p> <p></p> <p>A </p> <p></p> <p></p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1Y0BZ41mEBiI2PrxfrTbF0FPC85fRILQWFzu7FoZLLZ1pPUKAp-64g8QnLwLOSjIVsiA4SB1STUA3Cigs3eD_UFdZx7-xyktdLqizanFzkRpH23hfIlyfmY99U3hTgQzdsD6a4wKWKA/s1600-h/birthday-cake-gif%5B2%5D.gif"><img title="birthday-cake-gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="100" alt="birthday-cake-gif" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6pTH4tV80R6vH_4jZXHupwnMFWtq4HLu9d47tZ4t9aqp2gQQNO5T5DvCTMUULDp8m0lGliLb7h0x6H2KOdPRa9ZBPROMfF4LH3-gXiCHXSYRz_5nKCuSEDgoHOMzI5Oo3RtGJjmytyZA/?imgmax=800" width="110" border="0" /></a> <p></p> <p>To Amma and Appa on my 33rd birthday…    </p> <p></p> For all that I am today … Love you both Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-31150455182775038022009-03-25T12:27:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.966-08:00The Other Side Of the Mirror<p></p> <p> <p>Here we are ..</p> <p> <p>On our way to the park</p> <p>My son on the car seat-bouncing and cooing</p> <p>His father’s proud grin growing wider by the minute</p> <p>Rhymes on the stereo echoing our proud heartbeats…</p> <p></p> <p>I dream of a future for my son..</p> <p>Butterfly wings ,dancing elephants , bubbles in his bath,fairy tales,animated movies , bonds and savings , a holiday house by the river….</p> <p></p> <p> <p> <p> <p>Our car lurched to a halt</p> <p>What is a red signal light when you dream of your son’s future</p> <p>I continued to weave my web of wants</p> <p></p> <p> <p>A furtive knock interrupted my fantasies</p> I was annoyed-</p> <p>A child of uncertain years stared back</p> <p></p> <p>I looked at him –A creature of no fantasy this was -Soot ridden legs..</p> <p>False “bloodied” bandages on his arms </p> </p> <p>His eyes twitched between the stuffed toy my son held and my “deer frozen in the highlights” expression..</p> <p> <p></p> <p>Hunger or Fear Whatever ruled him ----Won</p> He shifted his gaze to me and raised his hopeful palms for a piece of silver..</p> <p> <p></p> <p> <p>The green lights went on</p> And I turned my face away from him and put on my rose tinted glasses again…</p> <p></p> <p> <p> <p> <p>My lips began their litany on the begging mafia , inadequacy of the government ….I went on and on justifying my apathy –</p> <p></p> <p>Relief at escaping a decision –Making a choice</p> <p></p> <p>My son bawled for my attention and I went back to my comfortable cocoon….</p> <p>There are moments when the car window seems like the other side of the mirror</p> <p> <p> <p></p> <p>( )</p> A</p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p></p> Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-7412772796758700382009-03-24T23:10:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.968-08:00Raison d'être<p> <p>"The claimed reason for the existence of something or someone".<img style="display: inline; margin: 25px 0px 0px" height="240" src="http://www.wpclipart.com/tmp/1237954048.jpg" width="216" align="right" /> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Who is living this life ?</p> <p></p> <p>Is it mine or does it belong to the unknown hand’s whims</p> <p></p> <p>Why am I living</p> <p></p> <p>For today or for some unknown glory on a future date</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>Voices loom ..</p> <p></p> <p>Closer-Dictating rules for existence</p> <p></p> <p>Meaningless laughter-Mindless Conversation..</p> <p></p> <p>Is it not time</p> <p></p> <p>To live my life…..</p> <p></p> <p> <p></p> <em>“Written during  a really really boring quality training class”</em></p></p> Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-87951986200273322442009-03-24T09:12:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.971-08:00What is Success  <p></p> <p>Metal Toys </p> <p> <p>Moving on the Asphalt</p> <p></p> </p> <p>Designer Clothes</p> <p> <p>Swishing Around the Ankles</p> <p></p> </p> <p>The Golden Cage</p> <p> <p>Printed Paper Bills</p> <p></p> </p> <p>International Cuisine</p> <p style="width: 383px; height: 0.01%"> <p>Spa massages</p> </p> <p></p> <p>Hurried conversations <p>Progency yearning for a pat on the cheek</p> <p></p> <p>Is this success</p> <p></p> The free spirit yearns to break free……..</p> Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-52908434781191274802009-03-24T04:36:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:59:22.973-08:00The Eagle<p></p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVg4qEm9dPFQkqay0Bg6egVU0atfhH4WdeOO1IayfnOjOsKPXEf-3DXpgAIX3J8_UgoIVPRBf2xerir8Z1CVwNNHi2oMVk5E3O6jO3Zw8Zejc4QIkpKUzQdJuTZF83kcWyXSd-R4fldcM/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"><img title="image" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWD21riY3gz_zYYuS2x7FbQUNChc9Lc9okKeTriynTlGilLea_55ZIvvmYumCfiXzS73-X_0zPO_VLAbmIRzaUn6_e88OmBJRZkCIN6P0yPQaHrttVXWy8jsci3IGkkf2VOFWJc8pV068/?imgmax=800" width="188" border="0" /></a> <p></p> <p>He soars .... <br />Scanning the wide expanse.... <br />Disappears into nothingness <br />I  don't see him <br />Though He exists <br />In this world <br />where all that matters is strength <br />The strength to exist <br />In a world of minions..... </p> Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-4787556845454978652009-03-23T07:26:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:41:44.365-08:00The Socrates DreamThe Dreamer says -<br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">One life is not enough<br />To quench that all consuming fire<br />To know<br /></span> <div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Why people suffer<br /></span></div> <span style="font-family:Verdana;">Why children die hungry<br />To feel everybody's pain ...<br /><br /><br />One Life is not enough<br />To love with all one's heart<br />To meet the earth's rulers....<br />To climb the mountains..<br />To walk the the valleys<br /><br /><br /><br />One Life is not enough..<br />To sigh over the pyramids<br />To walk beside the Kings<br />To whisper endearments..<br />To gaze at the ocean<br /><br /><br />Yes ..One life is too short<br />To explore my own heart<br />To know myself and discover the Socrates' dream....<br />"Know Thyself"<br /></span>Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3659065614919506792.post-54971060140236837932009-03-23T07:23:00.000-07:002009-11-27T01:38:26.346-08:00The BumbleBee<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLB-oUM5yty3raIa0GT9tlrIivuxN99X2eNtM0E3qa6njVHAW9_Qexyko9kW2CtERwyS0JJgvUkqgfF0N7tMwDjII-oL4x-cT6bRK9ritBY0V7dg5X2vHsc-3EGEu_NkAhoy31LV7owjE/s1600-h/Bee.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLB-oUM5yty3raIa0GT9tlrIivuxN99X2eNtM0E3qa6njVHAW9_Qexyko9kW2CtERwyS0JJgvUkqgfF0N7tMwDjII-oL4x-cT6bRK9ritBY0V7dg5X2vHsc-3EGEu_NkAhoy31LV7owjE/s320/Bee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316389030405427458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />I am a great fan of the bumble bee theory.<br />You can invariable find the quote in my mail signatures ....<br /><br />""According to all the laws of aerodynamics the bumble-bee should not fly, but the bumble-bee does not know this and so flies anyway."<br /><br />Lucky Bee-I wish many of us could do this -defy convention and go ahead and do what we want to do..<br /><br />I am the worlds most reluctant engineer -A thwarted "Advanced English " student-I have faithfully followed the diktats of my well meaning parents and been an engineer for the past 8 years..<br /><br />Today I decided to recognise the desire of my heart<br /><br />Write , Share , Create ...<br /><br />Reluctant Engineerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16857563434862725786noreply@blogger.com1