KOL : 4:15 pm: Feb 19 2008
There are times when its so near yet its so hard for your eyes to get a clear picture of whatever's passing. Far off things keep moving at a slower pace though.. a bit more clear yet unclear. Like the human thoughts which seem so clear and transperent yet so unclear. Theres this blue curtain hanging naturally unaffected by the natural wind blowing outside. Yet so cold with the artificial AC. The tiny droplets trying hard to remain constant on the other side of the window fail to do so for the down pour has started increasing. Its all blue inside .. blue berths . blue curtains .. theres no one except for me, for 5 berths still lie in waiting each for a passenger.
Coach A2, berth 13, Coramandal .. thats where am lying down with an erect back and the creative ear phones plugged in. Somethins streaming from the native machine. Whats streaming stands so true! As usual the taskbar's a lil cluttered.. you wont like it! Yet another biztrip comming to an end. A few seconds back this cabin wasnt empty! There were four, Sanjoy, Samiron, Mr Basu, Debabrata and me the fifth, trying to recollect how it all went. Debabrata, a splendid musician, says that he feels a little unhappy for since the past 7 days it was like a dream, and now hes going to wake up from tomorrow missing all those moments. Strange .... for the start was never with an objective to capture moments rather challenge assumptions.
"We are all here to have some fun and not study. You have been assuming certain things in technology. I respect them .. yet am here to challenge the validity some of your assumptions, may be proving it wrong, not because you are wrong, but for the fact that there always lies something deeper. Its just a matter of time before you start discovering it!" ... thats how it had all started in the lab housed in one of the modest rooms close to Park Circus Avenue. The creato lab I call it! A session for 11 long hours can be daunting for anybody even if its clubbed with lunch, breaks etc. My 14 kids(some older than me), eager young minds were all out there hardly realising that they were surpassing the standard learning time. Approximately 72 hours of network security which would mean understanding the system as a whole before you can actually breach security, can be quite a daunting task. For in order to play with the rules you got to have a fair enough idea of the rules the game has. It aint that difficult provided you can corelate things at a fast pace, for its a complex monster.
Amongst young minds, you find yourself at an amazing situation, for you would at random times always find a query, a spark of thought which would compel you to challenge your own assumptions. For you might have never thought of it. And thats the fun of it. Sometimes it does hurt bad at your back for you got to find a reason without anyone except you. Yet the fun element in there keeps you from stagnating.
Apart from the kids, things havent changed much since the past year .. the old beautiful lady still comes to office on time, reminds me of mom, yet with a dimishing similarty; Bhola's still in here, hes got married with a kid! .. the "sir" tone hasnt changed since. The beautiful young lady is still there .. we never speak nor stare .. yet i do ;) without her being aware of it.
5 days just fly by without least indication. 2 days from a trip back to the source, lots to be done ..
Its been 4 long years since i met this guy, a renowned one, yet a cool friend, once upon a time sitting on the other side trying to figure out reasons for OOP's .. This night we talk and talk and talk. Its getting darker .. yet eyelids dont dare to come closer. He shares his experiences of how it all went, his transformation from a simple creative inventor to one complex marketting geek is something which has brought him fame, yet he still stands unhappy about it. The watch stands unfaithful for we wanted a bit more of it .. we would want it to run a bit slower for compressing our experiences of 3 long years seems quite impossible at the moment. I wonder, how innocent every being is when he/she starts out yet lifes experiences, force you to shred your innocence. I am undergoing change so is he. My assumptions of love is proved wrong, am stunned and afraid; yet theres still some belief left. May be with time i would loose it even if would rather prefer to preserve it for his proof's are substantial enough to negate my theories of the opposite sex. I dont know. Its that simple, innocence was past .. deception is the future ... hehehe. Theres no place for truth, for you got to fake eyes to prove your point, in all spheres. I guess isolation might be just a solution.
8 hours from now i would be on way back leaving nothing but jst moving ahead for another one... somewhere out there. The conversation with this guy is still on while the night has passed and we have come down to this place, the Coffee House, a spot where Mr Satyajit Ray, and eminent lauerates .. used to pen down some of their great thoughts! Some of my kids turned friends have assembled for those last moment we can take along .. Its no more the packets or ip's or the password hashes... its the coffee mugs and a reflection of the 7 sweet days .. days we realised that assumptions might just go wrong .. days when we realised theres something hidden out there .. days when my own assumptions were stressed. None of us would want to move out of the conversation .. but do we have a choice? We dont .. for it has to end accross this coffee table for another beginning sometime.
Jerk here i am back! again alone on the trip with some such beautiful moments and some moments yet to be discovered in times to come. Moving to see her unable to walk anymore, to see him still survive struggling to prove his point and the young one all set to fly and face it.
I can do probably nothing but smile at what i see ... and keep moving ... on the given timeline, contemplating at situations .. never asking why! ... I havent realised it for the past 30 minutes since i have written this that the song still streaming into my ears is the same .. i have no track of the repetitions .. yet it stands so true .. for again "pal pal dil ke pas tum ..." ... dear its just as hard to take you away from my thoughts may be i should try not to acknowledge your presence rather than going away from you .. for you still persist in all frames of mind... Even the red sun out there sets .. things change .. why dont you set down for some moments is all i ask? may not be for ever .......
KGP : 5:18 pm: Feb 19 2008
There are times when its so near yet its so hard for your eyes to get a clear picture of whatever's passing. Far off things keep moving at a slower pace though.. a bit more clear yet unclear. Like the human thoughts which seem so clear and transperent yet so unclear. Theres this blue curtain hanging naturally unaffected by the natural wind blowing outside. Yet so cold with the artificial AC. The tiny droplets trying hard to remain constant on the other side of the window fail to do so for the down pour has started increasing. Its all blue inside .. blue berths . blue curtains .. theres no one except for me, for 5 berths still lie in waiting each for a passenger.
Coach A2, berth 13, Coramandal .. thats where am lying down with an erect back and the creative ear phones plugged in. Somethins streaming from the native machine. Whats streaming stands so true! As usual the taskbar's a lil cluttered.. you wont like it! Yet another biztrip comming to an end. A few seconds back this cabin wasnt empty! There were four, Sanjoy, Samiron, Mr Basu, Debabrata and me the fifth, trying to recollect how it all went. Debabrata, a splendid musician, says that he feels a little unhappy for since the past 7 days it was like a dream, and now hes going to wake up from tomorrow missing all those moments. Strange .... for the start was never with an objective to capture moments rather challenge assumptions.
"We are all here to have some fun and not study. You have been assuming certain things in technology. I respect them .. yet am here to challenge the validity some of your assumptions, may be proving it wrong, not because you are wrong, but for the fact that there always lies something deeper. Its just a matter of time before you start discovering it!" ... thats how it had all started in the lab housed in one of the modest rooms close to Park Circus Avenue. The creato lab I call it! A session for 11 long hours can be daunting for anybody even if its clubbed with lunch, breaks etc. My 14 kids(some older than me), eager young minds were all out there hardly realising that they were surpassing the standard learning time. Approximately 72 hours of network security which would mean understanding the system as a whole before you can actually breach security, can be quite a daunting task. For in order to play with the rules you got to have a fair enough idea of the rules the game has. It aint that difficult provided you can corelate things at a fast pace, for its a complex monster.
Amongst young minds, you find yourself at an amazing situation, for you would at random times always find a query, a spark of thought which would compel you to challenge your own assumptions. For you might have never thought of it. And thats the fun of it. Sometimes it does hurt bad at your back for you got to find a reason without anyone except you. Yet the fun element in there keeps you from stagnating.
Apart from the kids, things havent changed much since the past year .. the old beautiful lady still comes to office on time, reminds me of mom, yet with a dimishing similarty; Bhola's still in here, hes got married with a kid! .. the "sir" tone hasnt changed since. The beautiful young lady is still there .. we never speak nor stare .. yet i do ;) without her being aware of it.
5 days just fly by without least indication. 2 days from a trip back to the source, lots to be done ..
Its been 4 long years since i met this guy, a renowned one, yet a cool friend, once upon a time sitting on the other side trying to figure out reasons for OOP's .. This night we talk and talk and talk. Its getting darker .. yet eyelids dont dare to come closer. He shares his experiences of how it all went, his transformation from a simple creative inventor to one complex marketting geek is something which has brought him fame, yet he still stands unhappy about it. The watch stands unfaithful for we wanted a bit more of it .. we would want it to run a bit slower for compressing our experiences of 3 long years seems quite impossible at the moment. I wonder, how innocent every being is when he/she starts out yet lifes experiences, force you to shred your innocence. I am undergoing change so is he. My assumptions of love is proved wrong, am stunned and afraid; yet theres still some belief left. May be with time i would loose it even if would rather prefer to preserve it for his proof's are substantial enough to negate my theories of the opposite sex. I dont know. Its that simple, innocence was past .. deception is the future ... hehehe. Theres no place for truth, for you got to fake eyes to prove your point, in all spheres. I guess isolation might be just a solution.
8 hours from now i would be on way back leaving nothing but jst moving ahead for another one... somewhere out there. The conversation with this guy is still on while the night has passed and we have come down to this place, the Coffee House, a spot where Mr Satyajit Ray, and eminent lauerates .. used to pen down some of their great thoughts! Some of my kids turned friends have assembled for those last moment we can take along .. Its no more the packets or ip's or the password hashes... its the coffee mugs and a reflection of the 7 sweet days .. days we realised that assumptions might just go wrong .. days when we realised theres something hidden out there .. days when my own assumptions were stressed. None of us would want to move out of the conversation .. but do we have a choice? We dont .. for it has to end accross this coffee table for another beginning sometime.
Jerk here i am back! again alone on the trip with some such beautiful moments and some moments yet to be discovered in times to come. Moving to see her unable to walk anymore, to see him still survive struggling to prove his point and the young one all set to fly and face it.
I can do probably nothing but smile at what i see ... and keep moving ... on the given timeline, contemplating at situations .. never asking why! ... I havent realised it for the past 30 minutes since i have written this that the song still streaming into my ears is the same .. i have no track of the repetitions .. yet it stands so true .. for again "pal pal dil ke pas tum ..." ... dear its just as hard to take you away from my thoughts may be i should try not to acknowledge your presence rather than going away from you .. for you still persist in all frames of mind... Even the red sun out there sets .. things change .. why dont you set down for some moments is all i ask? may not be for ever .......
KGP : 5:18 pm: Feb 19 2008
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