Hypocrisy

Is there anyone that listens,
whose heart is full of sun?
A bright one, soft and gentle,
with love for everyone?

What do we really matter,
with crippled hearts and wine.
So little caress, so much knowledge.
Humans only shine?

I´m crying for the others,
the weep is shy and strong.
Loneliness embracing me,
but I do get along.

Of hipocrits are plenty,
am I the greatest one?
Is the now the only place?
Can we be a different race?

There must be one that questions,
whose heart´s a bit of sun.
'notherone soft and gentle,
with love for everyone!




Markus Kasanmascheff

It's Death Again

t's Death again – He's always there –
Watching, waiting – e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'


 Mark R Slaughter 2009

The Story of St. Valentine

                            
The Roman Emperor Claudius II was fighting many wars. He wanted a
strong army, but many men did not want to be soldiers. Claudius thought
the men wanted to stay home to be with their wives and children instead
of leaving to fight wars.
Claudius thought of an awful solution to his problem. He decided to cancel
all marriages! No one in all of Rome could get married. Claudius thought
that if the men couldn’t get married, the men would ignore the women
and want to be soldiers.
Valentine, who was a priest, believed that people needed to get married.
He thought that if they were not married, they would be tempted to sin by
living together without being married. So he secretly and illegally married
couples anyway! He performed the weddings in secret places, so the
Roman soldiers would not find out.
But they did find out. Valentine was arrested and brought before the
Emperor. The Emperor thought Valentine was a well spoken and wise
young man, and encouraged him to stop being a Christian and become a
loyal Roman. Valentine would not deny his beliefs, and he refused. He was
sent to prison until he could be executed. While he was in prison, he sent
out letters to his friends and asked to be prayed for by writing Remember
your Valentine.
Valentine was killed on the 14th or the 24th of February in the year 269 or
270. We celebrate Valentine’s Day on February 14th
in honor of St. Valentine.


Happy Valentines Day!!!!!!!!!

OM bana....From a man to a god....

On my way to udaipur from jodhpur on the midway i saw a place totally covered with people n devotees. bells ringing, vehicles pushing their horns ... I got curious n then upon asking got to know about the story of "bullet bana". i just got more curious n googled about it and found the story that once seems unbelievable from the science point of view but this is what the belief of the locals and people of rajasthan...

It's hard to miss the unlikely shrine near Chotila village, around 20 km away from Pali en route to Jodhpur on the highway. Every day nearby villagers and travelers stop and pray to the bike and its late owner Om Singh.

The temple beside the Enfield motorbike has a big picture of Singh, fondly known as Om Bana.

It is said that a person who does not stop to pray at the shrine is in for a dangerous journey. The story goes that about 21 years ago, on a fateful summer night, Om Bana was returning from Pali to his native Chotila on his bike when it skidded and hit a tree, killing him on the spot. The tree stands over the battered vehicle till date. Villagers say after Om Bana's death, the motorbike was taken to a local police station. But next day morning, it was found at the accident spot.


Police initially thought it was a prank and after emptying the fuel tank they brought the bike back to the station. However, the motorcycle was again at the accident spot the next day.

"As soon as the story spread, people in the nearby village built a platform on the spot where the death occurred and started offering prayers," said Chotu Singh, a resident of the nearby village.

The temple has a priest who manages daily affairs. Many shops offering incense sticks, flowers, coconut and red thread meant for offering prayers have sprung up near the shrine. Local people sing folk songs in the name of Om Bana who owned the Royal Enfield. Travellers, especially drivers of vehicles that pass by, offer prayers at the site, which is almost in the middle of the road. Some drivers also offer a small bottle of country liquor at the site, praying for a safe journey.

"Whenever I pass this area, I never forget to light incense sticks, offer liquor and lie prostrate in reverence," said Jagdish Singh, a taxi driver.

Devotees also apply the 'tilak' mark and tie a red thread on the motorbike.

"Villagers here believe Bana's spirit still hovers around the place and they can hear the Royal Enfield rev up at night," said Hem Singh Rajput, the resident of a nearby village.

The Little Boy Lost

``Father! father! where are you going?
O do not walk so fast.
Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.''

The night was dark, no father was there;
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, & the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.

The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wand'ring light,
Began to cry; but God, ever nigh,
Appear'd like his father in white.

He kissed the child & by the hand led
And to his mother brought,
Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale,
Her little boy weeping sought.

my first project..

phewwww...!!
hey frenz finally am done with my first project of the college that i started in my 4th sem..
its a .net project in developed in visual basics


system requirements: windows Xp or higher, .net framework

i was working on this project from my 4th semesters training period....worked on it for a month n afterwards got busy so was not kinda in touch with the project hence after my 5th sem again started off with the project.
it was my first project so i dint had much experience about the programming talking frankly...
this project gave me the confidence to work upon other other projects which i am gonna start soon..
this is a POLICE DATABASE MANAGEMENT APPLICATION .
it has various features varying from the FIR ,CASE,SALARY to ATTENDANCE n various other features..
its just a small project...
I'll be uploading an .EXE file for review/ beta tester for all u my frenzzz..

мy ƒuиdαs øƒ łiƒє....

ŧЋє gяєαŧєsŧ ρłєαsuяє iи łiƒє is døiиg wЋαŧ ρєøρłє sαy yøu sЋøułd иøŧ dø.

єvєяyøиє is єиŧiŧłєd ŧø bє sŧuρid, buŧ søмє αbusє ŧЋє ρяiviłєgє.

єxρєяiєиcє is ŧЋє иαмє sø мαиy ρєøρłє givє ŧø ŧЋєiя мisŧαкєs.

ŧЋє яєαł ŧяøubłє wiŧЋ яєαłiŧy is ŧЋαŧ ŧЋєяє’s иø bαcкgяøuиd мusic.

Iƒ ŧЋє gяαss is gяєєиєя øи ŧЋє øŧЋєя sidє, yøu cαи bєŧ ŧЋє wαŧєя biłł is ЋigЋєя.

I øиcє ρяαyєd ŧø gød ƒøя α cαя, buŧ quicкły ƒøuиd øuŧ Ћє didиŧ wøяк ŧЋαŧ wαy…sø I sŧøłє α
cαя αиd ρяαyєd ƒøя Ћis ƒøяgivєиєss
Iƒ yøu’яє øиє iи α мiłłiøи, ŧЋєяє αяє six ŧЋøusαиd ρєøρłє єxαcŧły łiкє yøu.

ŧø єиsuяє ρєяƒєcŧ αiм, sЋøøŧ ƒiяsŧ αиd cαłł wЋαŧєvєя yøu Ћiŧ ŧЋє ŧαяgєŧ.

søłuŧiøи ŧø ŧwø øƒ ŧЋє wøяłd's ρяøbłємs: ƒєєd ŧЋє Ћøмєłєss ŧø ŧЋє Ћuиgяy.

Yøu cαи gø αиywЋєяє yøu wαиŧ iƒ yøu łøøк sєяiøus αиd cαяяy α cłiρbøαяd.

Iƒ yøu’яє ŧøø øρєи-мiиdєd, yøuя bяαiиs wiłł ƒαłł øuŧ.

I ƒiиd ŧєłєvisiøи vєяy єducαŧiиg.
єvєяy ŧiмє søмєbødy ŧuяиs øи ŧЋє sєŧ, I gø iиŧø ŧЋє øŧЋєя яøøм αиd яєαd α bøøк.

єxρєяiєиcє is α wøиdєяƒuł ŧЋiиg. Iŧ єиαbłєs yøu ŧø яєcøgиizє α мisŧαкє wЋєи yøu мαкє iŧ αgαiи.

søмєŧiмєs I иєєd wЋαŧ øиły yøu cαи ρяøvidє : yøuя αbsєиcє.

α ρєяsøи wЋø αiмs αŧ иøŧЋiиgis suяє ŧø Ћiŧ iŧ

ŧЋøsє wЋø cαsŧ ŧЋє vøŧєs dєcidє иøŧЋiиg. ŧЋøsє wЋø cøuиŧ ŧЋє vøŧєs dєcidє єvєяyŧЋiиg.

WЋαŧ dø yøu мєαи, мy biяŧЋ cєяŧiƒicαŧє єxρiяєd? ......

мαи iиvєиŧєd łαиguαgє ŧø sαŧisƒy Ћis dєєρ иєєd ŧø cøмρłαiи.

Ћє wЋø łαugЋs łαsŧ didи'ŧ gєŧ iŧ.

αłwαys яємємbєя yøu'яє uиiquє, jusŧ łiкє єvєяyøиє єłsє.

I ŧЋiик αиiмαł ŧєsŧiиg is α ŧєяяibłє idєα; ŧЋєy gєŧ αłł иєяvøus αиd givє ŧЋє wяøиg αиswєяs.

мøиєy døєsи'ŧ мαкє yøu Ћαρρy. I иøw Ћαvє 5000 buŧ I wαs jusŧ αs Ћαρρy wЋєи I Ћαd 4999 ..

αs łøиg αs ŧЋєяє αяє ŧєsŧs, ŧЋєяє Wiłł Bє ρяαyєя Iи ρubłic scЋøøłs.

Iƒ yøu cαииøŧ cøиviиcє ŧЋєм,cøиƒusє ŧЋєм.

αcŧuαł Ћєαdłiиє : Iяαqi Ћєαd sєєкs αямs


αdvєяŧisємєиŧ ƒøя døикєy яidєs iи ŧЋαiłαиd: Wøułd yøu łiкє ŧø яidє øи yøuя øwи αss?

Got some resolutions to make.....

i have got some resolutions to make...

i have got some prejudices to break,
all my things are at stake,
gonna make whole system shake,

i have got some resolutions to make...
erverything true nothing fake,
gotta some steps to take,

ive got some resolutions to make......

Miles To Go Before I Sleep

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

DAFFODILS

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

School Days revised in a single note......

Gone are the days When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches.
Gone are the days When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes.
Gone are the days When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
Gone are the days We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.
Gone are the days We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarkes tables an! d advanced to calculators and computers.
Gone are the days When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
Gone are the days When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. Gone are the days When all the colours in the world, Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
Gone are the days When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. Gone are the days When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
Gone are the days When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of classroom.
Gone are the days Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
Gone are the days When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. Gone are the days When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
Gone are the days While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai", "gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock. Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual E! xams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
Gone are the days We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. Gone are the days With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever......

Xams over....

Finally xams over...
was waiting so long for this..this has been the longest xams ever obviously after d 12th...
Wish all my frens happy vacations n happy winters...Finally all can take a break from everything ....but can we actualy take a break..???? a big question....well i dont agree..
who d hells says we are free???
Infact its another day dats been cut out from d list of living a king's life...
most of us wud b busy incarnating ourselves n developing ourselves..
most of dem wud just join PT or a GATE coaching....
or for those who got backs in EC-228 wud be preparing for dat...
all d very best from my side...

new year.... new resolutions..

Another day of my lyf..another new morning...
Am i really alive..or is it just the days that i am managing to pass..
i tried to do a lottoff new n creative thing in my life but i cudnt maybee cz of the environmment or may be am a kinda 'will do it tomorro kinda' boy
but nw dats it ...m fed up of my self  'i will do it' is d kinda thing is what m trying to develop in my new year...
but dat's not just all....Trying hard so dat d end of d year gives me just xact amount of d gr8 feeling dat d starting of d year gave me...