Convictions

Atop the vagrant waters bouncing from one wave to another peering through the telescope, no shore in sight, his limbs are quivering his throat is parched. The amber sky is coercing him to give into slumber, roam about in grasslands and pools, breathe in the cool, crisp air and shun the rest. The topsails are a mess of tangled ropes and flapping canvas, the sea is topsy-turvy and the floor is creaking. Suddenly a gush of wind breaks his stupor, his gaze falls upon a grove, he is skeptical that he is imagining it and rubs his eyes. Is mother nature playing with him once again, is the universe making him dance to its tunes, what's beyond the tree line he ponders. Ecstatically he tries to maneuver, oblivious to ship to shore distance, he is ready to plunge if the ship won't move. What if theres no pool, no puddle or no water fall to quench his thirst? Should he gamble? his emotions are taking control and the heart has its reasons. He is craving to touch the land and sink his feet i...

Close to him there is wind brewing, it's cathartic it's inevitable it's taking a toll on him His heart's throbbing, the serene picture he thought he painted has been smudged, withered. Just like his despair there is a growing puddle of wax from the slow melt of the candles, spread across the mantle of fireplace. His ethics, morality made him believe a happy soulful life is his prerogative, his perpetual belief in virtuousness led him to disappointment. There is faint creaking melody from the rocker, there he lies gazing at the wax sticks burning dancing upon his whimsical nature. The room was brimming with the smell of fumes of his defeat. The candles were slowly kissing the mantle melting into the void that is his heart. His notions of romanticism, endearment were subjected to true test of time. Six he counted a while ago, one is spearheaded, two of them inching towards the pending doom. One is slowly being peeled revealing the wick, his soul. And the other two ar...

His was a world filled with felicitousness and bliss. Lately he has been running away from his feelings..... He was molding the nebulous clay to reach his soul. There was a mysterious affinity between them. His reality was spreading thin, the search for the tangible soul, the embodiment of his dreams was farfetched. He was poised and hopeful. The silent brook resonating with his beats was resting on a parched land, the idol was across the brook staring at him piercing his soul understanding his yearning on a bright midsummer day, the water is boiling and the feet are bare. Call it an epiphany or not, the ebbing brook turned into a brimming river, the desolate land was flush with green splendor, and there she was across the river. Each wave like his beat was playing peek-a-boo with him, he was ready to plunge in. He is standing amidst the river like a rock, waiting for her to cross and forever be united. In the midst of the wilderness, all of the poets musings came to life. The...

We all are past the nuances of mobile-web applications and their types namely 1. Web Native (m-site/RWD site) 2. Web Hybrid (cordova/phonegap/titanium etc) In this particular post I will be talking about Ionic in particular as it has become my personal favorite recently When it comes to Mobile Hybrid Application the initial brainstorming for deciding tools and frameworks itself is a challenging job. The design/architecture idea behind an application is deemed successful after months of quality development and one wrong framework or tool can turn the tables.  What comprises of the client side is shown below: Why Ionic ? Most of contemporary hybrid mobile applications are build using a combination of Awesome Frameworks like Knockout, Backbone, Bootstrap, JQM etc. Theses are independent frameworks which are hooked together to create a Mobile experience. These frameworks are strong in those particular areas of App development for which they have ...

Sung by the band named Limp Bizkit No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes And no one knows What it's like to be hated To be fated to telling only lies [Chorus:] But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what its like To feel these feelings Like i do, and i blame you! No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through [Chorus] Discover l.i.m.p. say it  [x4] No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated Behind blue eyes No one knows how to say That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies [Chorus] No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.

Most of us have been hankering and stalling the obvious longing some time or the other. This ambivalence is the outcome of grass being green on both sides of the fence. The juxtaposition of feelings carries the ironic mocking on destiny. I had gone through the same feeling when that coveted call for travelling to States dropped on my cell. There was a sudden onset of excitement followed by the melancholy of leaving Pune. I had managed to get two weeks time but unfortunately had to rush to Gurgaon for some urgent office work. The hopes for spending maximum time with all friends and loved ones shattered but few ounces of it was still alive as I had a week. Unfavorable circumstances leads to defence mechanisms like suppression and I too surenderd to its powers, sweet memories and sour reverberating through the walls of my temple and I couldn’t read past a single page of Short stories by Saki through out the journey to and from Gurgaon. Flashes of more than three beautiful ye...

This preemptive rumination painted across the white sheet on a babbage’s creation deepens the belief that no good can come out of Ignorance. Recovery leads to the cravings for stability, hope, success, respect per-se. The vigor encircling the being to achieve a joint dream gradually fades if ignorance is leading the way. The inevitable guilt makes your bed for as long as you want to lie in a dreamless slumber. Alternatives come into picture and industriousness results in complacency. The thirst for achievement persists in some nook inside the soul, progressive enhancement leads to compulsive motivation on the cost of sensitivity. The tilted beam balance is deemed straight. Love, empathy, care and concern do not make up its balancing load. The close concave focus expanding the hopeful though virtual image of self was constantly averting the disturbance or relocation. The source of this chosen survival is leading to an  familiarly  unfamiliar ripple in the eco-system. The o...

At the labs I live at Society 6. After being carefully crafted and designed by tony I am put up for protection of apple's ex cogitation. I was purchased in January. I was excited to fly all the way to India to complete my  mission. The day neared for my departure. I was carefully wrapped catering to my ecological niche. The GPS was locked to Pune and my porter hit the road. I crossed the international borders, wooshed through fathomless seas. And finally reached the so called land of snake charmers. Though this seems a little boring but my predecessor was assigned this mission and unfortunately it got lost or is being held captive by customs department.  At Pune Proud owner Abhishek Anyways here I am in this mesmerising city, and when I reached at my owners doorstep I found it locked. My porter took me back to the post office. And left a notice for pickup. I eagerly waited for someone to pick me up, and the next day I got a body to encapsul...

Considering the apparent fact that everything in Javascript is an object to be another day's story we will learn what is object oriented javascript. a) Object declaration. var foo={}; function Foo(){}; The first is a literal object and the second is a constructor object. The literal object is used when the same object is used throughout and any changes to the object will be carried forward. The constructor object is used when multiple instances of the object are required with some initial work is already done during object declaration. b) Method and Property declaration. var foo={     bar : "foobar",     getName : function(){         return this.bar;     } }; alert(foo.getName()); // will display -  foobar function Foo(){     this.bar = "foobar";     this.getName = function(){         return this.bar;     } } va...

Prev Post We will learn some basic prototyping today Every object has a prototype property function Foo(){}; alert(Foo.prototype); // displays object Every object has a prototype function Foo(){}; alert(Foo.__proto__); // displays Function function Foo(){}; alert(Foo.__proto__ === Foo.prototype); // displays false function Foo(){}; alert(Foo.__proto__ === Function.prototype); //displays true I'll reiterate every function has prototype property and prototype N.B.: We'll be using prototype property and not prototype(i.e. __proto__) a) Let's take a constructor object function Foo() { function Foo() { this.name = "foobar"; this.name = "foobar"; this.getName = function() { }; alert(this.name); Foo.prototype.getName = function() { } ...

  Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of belonging, to my country. Can I borrow a feeling? A felling of rage, towards the perpetrators. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of disgust and gross out for the histrionics. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of trust and faith on the unfearing peer. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of chasing rainbows for the wish to subsist is still present. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of endurance towards the dysfunctional system. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of hope for judgement of dismissal. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of contentedness for justice being served. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of assurance for an honest allegiance. Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of vigor to live in a safe and  virtuous environment. Can I borrow a feeling? Can I borrow a feeling? A feeling of belonging, to my country.

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One of the most inexorable state of mind wherein its faculties tend to become the food of the state itself. The two components of it are guilty to oneself and towards others. Repentance and remediation come into play and assertiveness decreases. Mistrust and blames tend to make you a hangdog. The guilty to oneself urges one to incessantly ask the same question “Why”. The guilty towards other urges one to perpetually ask the question “Howcome”. The spectre and its consequences leave you with mental ailments. People lose faith in your words as well as actions. Recuperation from the result of your misdeed reminds the affected ones how they believed in you and within a moment you filched it.   You wish you could just turn back Time and rectify everything. You want them to look at you the same way they used to earlier, but that flare of confiding in you is missing and it kills you. How tired God must be of guilt and loneliness, for that is all we ever bring to Him.  ~M...

The ceiling fan shadow extending towards him slowly paving the way for the impending darkness. The entire afternoon was a lull, the distant honking along with the rustling leaves of a nearby tree in tune with his heart beat tethered to the harbinger of eternal pain were settling on his ears like a melancholic euphony.  Pigeons happen to frequent the window of his room trying to pry about the triangle. The triangle is somewhat dissimilar to the legendary Devil’s triangle. Its three vertices happen to be desire, punishment and the soul. The one being pulled inside is the social being. The upshot of desire is the deplorable actions involved in fulfilling it, followed by the punishment for the doings. Thus the soul deterioration leads to underwhelm the supreme-being and hence the triangle . The pigeon mockingly leaves his room fluttering its wings as though running away from his insanities. He feels hungry after formulating the socio-geometric theorem and so the clichéd 2 min no...

·        The nerves of my temple are once again taut.        Will the efforts lead to another naught? ·        Times like these create a plaintiff. Laws and policies urge me to riff. ·        Honesty once the best policy! Stays six feet under jealousy. ·        Anti-corruption movement via civil society. Some say it’s nothing but exaggerated anxiety. ·        Human development index or fuel statistics. No one there to seer or clear the politics. ·        Few ounces of petrol but beer to the brink. I do drive but I don’t drink.

  previously on unjudged Act 2 Scene 2.   The moon, stars and grey tattered water objects all seem to flatter him through the night, but his thoughts are wandering aimlessly. Thud-thud droplets echoing all the way into the hallway seems to harmonize with his vacillating heartbeats, the angel and devil sitting on each shoulder persuading him for something his heart desires but mind resists. The foyer gleaming with the moonlight is boxed between the two rooms one of which is like the darkest corner of his heart other has a small flickering candle on a corner shelf. Here he used to play with his friends; echoes of them frolicking and merrymaking still exist. Those were the olden days filled with innocent mischiefs. What happened, how-come he was caught in such tentacles? But now none of this matters all of this cannot be shoved under the carpet he’s sitting on.    The flashes of mob jeering at his naked torso being whipped, the scorching flares from ab...

I came across this term while reading an article related to smartphone applications. The term wabi-sabi (of Japanese origin) is more of a transcendentalist idea. It is the language for aesthetic and here aesthetic means “imperfect, impermanent and incomplete”. Wabi-Sabi is a sense of feeling or an experience, it cannot be connoted with physical characteristics. It is a slight melancholy, sometimes the feeling of chaste love and longing. Wabi means a bittersweet mixture of loneliness and serenity a sense of solitariness from the material. Sabi means withered connoting tarnish and rust, the process of aging gracefully. Together it is more of an entelechy for those who adopt its ways into their life.  Wabi-Sabi embodiment can be seen in the Japanese tea ceremony as well, the pottery items used are often quite asymmetrical, with unrefined colors and textures. The aesthetic, lies in the way the colour of glazed items is known to change over time as hot water is repeatedly pour...