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Collection of Poems

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Some days I'm emotionally unstable, But barely putting problems or anything on table. Needing a friend to see how I'm treated, In loneliness and depression I know I'm defeated.

Once I had radiant blue eyes, Now both turned red, still couldn't dry Risked everything to the extreme of dangers, A pain filled and broken heart is no more stranger. In my silence I turn to cry Never wanted anything, just that dream to live by

2

I've seen the sun shine in the mountains Felt the warmth of the ocean breeze I've seen the fortune pass by in disdain Felt the sadness of a man on his knees

Broken beaten left behind Opened skewered lost my mind Flowers died in the dead of night Pedals blackened from the lack of light

3

Falling in these lonely lands, Where sorrow was known. So I carried my heart in both hands, In fear of becoming stone.

For bruises and scars Piled up my body, That wailed to stars Hoping for a remedy!

Now I become coy, In these battles they won't see.

4

I have scars and bruises In places where you'd have to Know me better to see them. On the sides of my heart In the ridges of my bones, Etched deep into my soul. These scars and bruises are very Different, because they are so Close to who I am. They all are a part of me And every time I love too deeply Or care too much, they Re-bruise and re-open

5

I wish I'd not me In these tumultuous times I hate only me

I used to imagine myself bird Free n open to have myself me

Effort and valor I put up with Remains only sacred to me

But destiny tends to kick turd Irrespective of you or me

Insult and dejection I lived with Remains only torment to me

I wish I'd not me In these tumultuous times I hate only me

There used to be a truer myself Where there's someone with whom I'd be burden free and once again be me Give, my Lord, me and whoever mine with me!

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O Laal Meri Pat -- English Translation

If you have heard the song ‘O Laal Meri Pat -- Dama Dam Mast Qalandar’ and have had hard time understanding it, no worries -- it’s written in Hindavi (earlier version of Hindi, I’d say) by Amir Khusaro in the late 13th century.

Also, it’s not a romantic song, but a spiritual one.

The Translation:

O laal meri pat rakhio bhala jhoole laalan, Sindri da Sehvan da, sakhi Shabaaz kalandar, Dama dam mast kalandar, Ali dam dam de andar, Ali da pehla number O, the red-robed, please do grant me your kind protection, the red-robed Lord!

O, the Lord, the benefactor of Sindh and Sehwan(both in current day Pakistan), the friend Shahbaaz Qalandar(most respected preacher, holy man, considered divine spirit), the Almighty in every breath of yours, glory unto to you! God be great! Chaar charaag tere baran hamesha, Panjwa main baaran aayi bala jhoole laalan O panjwa main baaran, O panjwa main baaran aayi bala jhoole laalan, Sindri da Sehvan da, sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast Qalandar, Ali dam dam de andar, Ali da pehla number O, Lord, your shrine is always lighted with four lamps, And here I come to light a fifth lamp in your honor, my Lord. For fifth, I come to you, my red-robed Lord.

O, the Lord, the benefactor of Sindh and Sehwan, the friend Shahbaaz Qalandar, the Almighty in every breath of yours, glory unto to you! God be great! Hind Sind peera teri naubat baaje, Naal baje ghadiyaal bala jhoole laalan, O naal vaje, O naal vaje ghadiyaal bala jhoole laalan Sindri da Sehvan da sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast kalandar, ali dam dam de andar, Ali da pehla number O, the Lord, may your illustrious name ring out in Hind & Sindh. May, the red robed Lord, bells ring out your good glory day and night by the people, even by the time keepers.

O, the Lord, the benefactor of Sindh and Sehwan, the friend Shahbaaz Qalandar, the Almighty in every breath of yours, glory unto to you! God be great! Har dam peera teri khair hove, Naam-e-ali beda paar laga jhoole laalan, O naam-e-ali, O naam-e-ali beda paar laga jhoole laalan,Sindri da sehvan da sakhi Shabaaz Qalandar, Dama dam mast Qalandar, Ali dam dam de andar, Ali da pehla number O Lord, may you prevail every time, everywhere. In the name of Ali, I pray to you to help my boat cross, In His name, I pray to you to help me cross the river of sorrow, and suffering.

O, the lord, the benefactor of Sindh and Sehwan, the friend Shahbaaz Qalandar, the Almighty in every breath of yours, glory unto to you! God be great!

Alright, ciao!

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Dignity Attained

Nonetheless of protractors

By desire and effort

None, the lesser being

Strived struggled distractors

By valor and resolve

Nonetheless of infamy

By whim and whack

None, the lesser being

Thrived thwarted ignominy

By wit and knack

Being the truer one

Standing firm on morale and clashes

Being the lesser, none

Defeated, dusted by order and slashes

Stood alone, unknown again

Such is life, beated

But dignity attained!!!!!!!!!

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I did it My Way

I did it my way, not for the applause but because Failure was not an option And I became a rebel with a cause I wanted a higher education and was told I couldn’t have it all So I had to prove them wrong even if I had to creep or crawl

I was accused of having a stubborn streak Just because I wasn’t mild and mean Challenging every obstacle placed in my way And all the negative things that people had to say

In spite of all “you can’t do that” that I was told I stubbornly did it my way, and confidently Smashed the mold Marching to a different drummer and dancing To my own tunes I kept my eyes on the prize ignoring All the naysaying buffoons

To keep tasks on track, I learned to juggle Knowing I wouldn’t be derailed To keep ducks in row, I learned to haggle Knowing I wouldn’t fail

But…but! With disbelief and disregard, as lighting Falls on hay Failure was mine because I certainly did it my way!

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Disposition

'Why few things are all so impenetrable to my thoughts, maybe I am pretty much lost in myself '

he muttered to himself while descending stairs of his dig as he almost has forgotten locking his room. On the way of his evening walk, though directionless once again, he come out in pedestrian.

'May I have a drink before returning?'

he asked himself, but then in next moment accused himself for excessive self-talking. '"Eat. Survive. Produce" was Prehistoric Human's living theory? No Doubt! What it might I shall say for this 21st century generations' living theory? What would be the most rationale among all?'

This was the thought he found better to be continued in this to-be-unproductive sauntering. So, he continued his talking to himself  and with the head looking down curiously acknowledged his bandaged toe like it too may contribute few aspects somehow.

'Maybe, possibly, "Power, position, possession." Wait, this bandage ! when the hell my toe got hurt?'

he looked around as if someone from the crowd was going to tell his answer.

'No, you idiot, recall your activities.'

There was no such blamable activity since morning; he was, in fact, first time out of his armchair, his room.

'Damn it! Sequence of present era living theory is probably like "First Material Possession, then Position, and then Power" we're all chasing it, in exact order, aren't we?'

Again, he looked around, but this time with an urge of finding someone who would affirm his recently developed-theory. He always has wanted to discuss his points with someone intellectual, someone with deep knowledge, capital intellect, purest conscience, and rational mind, before reaching to any conclusion. But with sudden disgust in look for society, alone there he insisted on arguing inside with examples, incidents to validate his own 'theory' while continuing his perambulation. 'Ridiculous! I am going mad. Why, in the first place, I am thinking this all? To hell with subtle living theory of everyone. Fuck Idiots! Fuck this theory! Fuck me! Where am I? Why am I out, by the way?'

Lets leave this anti-social disposition at this point.

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Keeping Up With The Decision Tasted Good

Pre-Script : Scroll down the length. Reader discretion is advised.

Long ago, there was a group of people or civilization, living alongside the bank of river Ganga. That civilization existed on only one side of river for obvious reasons, and as the other side was lucidly visible, they mostly regretted not to be born on another side as it had huge sabulous area before river and thousands of trees of banana -- fruit that was recently declared as eatable by intellectuals of their community for being tastier to eat, and healthier to survive. Not long after, when a traveler from Ayodhya Nagri[1] visited them; they realized it was the Heaven on another side, and they needed to be compassionate whole life here to be there after becoming ghost, and found this as the only reason that coastline seemed un-inhabitated all the time. He also dictated them about hell; and told those vast and distant mountain tops behind the river is that. Again, they all agreed, as they already had seen those gigantic mountain tops changing colors - blue, green, grey, white. Once, a crew of brave people had tried to reach them, but only a single person returned -- failed -- with the dead bodies of two, and dreadful information about journey to those evil mountains which brings fatigue, and darkness soon enough than here. Path is filled with daunting creatures, uneven terrain, horrible nightmares, and ailments of all types. That traveler besides the great knowledge of his also gave them a golden cage - for capturing disturbing creatures, with the blessings of Lord Rama'[1]s son Luv[1] and Kush[1]. He also trained them about using it, and its ability to expand and contract with respect to number of creatures inside because of being made of elements of pushpak viman [1] (aircraft used by Lord Ram to return to Ayodhya). They never decided upon the acceptance or rejection of Ayodhya stories, but they found some symmetry between them and stories as it revealed same sort of creatures -- Humans, speaking-monkey, speaking-birdie, and importantly decision-making of leaders. Although, it was the cage, in the end, they found most useful of travelers' visit and heartily accepted. That cage was going to make their life clean, disturbance-free as it'll be used to capture birdie-creature called Pigeon -- those who shatters their dwelling, shits anywhere, jumps into any conservation, and tries to show them their solution -- most disgustingly. That cage was going to be used as prison to punish them for their mischievous deeds. Lately, when pigeons community, on tree-tops, were informed about the recent development in ground, they decided not to pester human afterwards. In those days, and in personal nests, adults of pigeon, acted like nothing had happened, but in their hearts they were so terrified that they never again get involved with humans and taught newly-born too about that subtle restriction in pigeon-ness. But one horrid day, unfortunately, a newly-born pigeon unknowingly shat on an intellectuals' shoulder who fortunately happens to be a compassionate person, and maybe now more, with intention of visiting other-coastline after death. It was the responsibility of the position he was holding -- the leaders, which forced him rather hardheartedly to order capturing of pigeon. In that time, this pigeon was going to be the first prisoner of cage, so no one can't help themselves with curiosity and gathered to witness confession of pigeon and decision of intellectual. When pigeon confessed, it was the innocence everywhere in its story, but as the Intellectual didn't play with law[2]; he decided to punish the pigeon but with leniency of his humane nature, thus giving the liberty of punishment selection to pigeon itself. First option was to spend two seasons in cage. Second option was to spend two seasons being hen. Pigeon in second option would be changed into hen by newly learned magic from the Traveler of Ayodhya Nagri.

That newly-born pigeon took acceptable moment to decide, as she never had made any decision till now. Decision-making was something new to her; unseen, untold, unlearned. She looked at nearly placed golden cage, its bright shinning edges were unbearable to her eyes, she could not imagine herself living for two season inside, and realized why grown pigeons dreaded this beastly yellowish glistening thing. Rather she won't be able to enjoy her newly quarter-learnt flying skill. Eventually, she choose to be a hen for next two seasons.

Abra-ca-dabra, and the much awaited judgment done.

For there was no other restriction upon her than being hen for punishment, she enjoyed her first day of being different, being hen. She was free. Very much enjoyable. There was this saying “A leopard can't change its spots” very popular among humans those days, but they were happy for pigeon/hen to see“yes, it can and live happily ever after” Though, she was again a birdie thing, she needed to unlearn everything of pigeon, and learn everything afresh for next two seasons, she needed to be in hens, with hens, be hen. Her pigeon-blood was of no-use. Figuring out what it is like being hen was quite enjoyable to her, she talked to few, got impressions of how hen-ness is actually totally different from pigeon-ness. Hens were considering themselves half-human, because they can't fly like humans, and almost equal to infantile humans in weight and size. Newly-turned hen when found senior of hen community, couldn't refrain herself to ask for further flying classes, as she was a newbie in flying. But the reply she got totally shocked her, “We don't fly. We don't need to fly like perverts of pigeons. That evil thing can only bring misery. See yourself! it was your ancestors pestering sin of flying cost you this. Also, don't put your evil pigeon-ic ideas in my brothers mind. Eat, survive and get lost” Other hen took that last two sentence as a warning of some contagious disease. She took first two sentences as rebellion, something condescending to her originality.

In the following week, she found herself alone, trying to flip her wings little above ground in an attempt to fly away to top, but never succeeded; other hen who looked at her mockingly gave her her share of food, but didn't talk in fear. In next week, she forget something about flying than remembering, and other hen gave her her share of food, but declined to stand aside. Another week came, this time, she'd forgotten something more, and other hen kicked her out after being annoyed by her presence all time around. In the next week, she was so miffed by the happenings to her, that she decided to ask Intellectual for some sincere advice; as this time, she just remembered that flying can be done by wings, by spreading it to the fullest, and other hen kicked her out and left no food.

Intellectual was well aware of her situation, but never imagined that she would come to him for solving it, he thought that hen turned pigeon would be brave enough to handle it herself. Although, he allowed himself to listen everything she had to say: her story was almost very same he'd heard, only 'evil pigeon-ic idea' was new. While listening, shadow of his body moved noticeably on the ground and his decision-making too took another noticeable movement of shadow. What he, in the end, decided was not a solution, but a suggestion. Victim was advised, 'understand what does punishment actually means'. It was all are the parts of punishment she'd chosen. Also, Intellectual suggested to bear it further till the completion of punishment period, and to learn finding food instead of flipping wings. Victimized hen was dejected by his advices, but later as she was clue-less, and in fear of any futile attempt to solve it by herself would might enrage hen community further, she started finding food, sleep-able hideous location for herself. She repented not choosing golden-cage as punishment. She thought, she would be free as a pigeon there within its boundary; but outside, this whole world incurred to her like a big cage with threatening hen community, and ignoring human community.

This way, days went on; finding food, eating food, waiting day to end, waiting sleep to come, sleeping with horrifying dreams, was all had left to her. Apart from 'Evil pigeon-ic idea' she was forcing herself pretty hard to not forget that flying is spreading and flipping of wings, and then she remembered about monkey in her process of not forgetting.

Monkey was not aware of anything, but understood quickly what hen was going through. His own ancestors were left by humans to rot like monkeys years ago; hence understanding ignorance, hatred was not new to him. Moreover, he was well accustomed now by differences, he gave her a solution: a solution to show hen-community what hatred actually can do. “They called you possessed by 'evil pigeon-ic idea', ah, show them what evil a pigeon can do. Go to the mountains, they said, it is hell, possessed by devils; come up with something.”

Vengeance is an inflammable thing. And what monkey had said is the same ignition vengeance inside victimized hen needed. She went on the journey of mountains now, seeking devil. Path that had brought death, and fear for humans was not terrifying any more in front of her revenge. She reached there; but to her sorrow there was no devil, no any such thing, it was no hell, despite path was much of a hell. From mountain-tops where she would have felt like queen, queen of hell, herself a devil; she felt like being fooled, she screamed in agony, 'Sucking Fit' [3]. In that moment, she wanted to curse monkey; but as she got calmed by easy journey downward, she came silently to detail everything to monkey back again. Listening about the absence of devil was frightful to him, he grew more saddened than hen was there. So, again, hen was left with the same terrifying routine of her: finding food, eating food, waiting day to end, sleep to come, flying- not to forget.

After returning from hell empty-handed, it was like all hell break loose upon her. Days were never been this much hellish. Her so-called freedom was scratching her all around. Nightmares were never been horrifying like these days. Once, she saw herself being expelled from pigeon-community too because of being poisoned by hen-ness. Subtly, watchful eyes of Intellectual was watching all this as the doomsday to cure her miserable life was about to come in nine darkness-es. She too was well aware of that.

In the last darkness, though she was on the verge of her real freedom, pain suffering of loosing identity, and dignity was inevitable to subdue. All agony assimilated inside was burning her, hindering to let her sleep in that almost calm night with negligible thunder. She saw a hen - old and alone living miserably in mountains with open-eyes and heard voices like someone's moaning. Later on, when individual moaning voice became collective moaning and louder, she woke and went on to see what might have happened that much of mournful in the morning of liberty; a death presumably. Yes! There was a death, an unfortunate death by falling of a dead branch on the shoulder of Intellectual: It was the death of the Intellectual. “Oh! No, No. No..No, you cannot die. You can not. Wake. Wake up” She cried shaking his hands, head. That individual moaning was of his what she'd ignored. She felt like being cheated, being murdered by destiny. However, she managed to ask, “Does anyone else know that magic, that magical spell needed to be enchanted. Anyone? I was supposed to be changed into pigeon today.” Nobody knew that. Intellectual surely would have told someone, but this sudden death buried his magical spell with him.

Hen was left to live like Hen. For the end of Her life. She was unable to bear what just had happened. She would have been now pigeon on some tree-top, happily trying to spread and flip her wings, forgetting everything else. But, she was now bound to be hen, ignored, hated, expelled, miserable prisoner of hen of herself. This pain was so unbearable that, when she remembered herself remembering 'flying is spreading and flipping of wings' she wept for whole day; whole day like a widow. Her own weeping was all consoling she could get for herself. Later, she climbed to a tree branch after innumerable failures, and wept again.

In the next morning, when humans smelled something good, they found something roasted in the fire beneath that tree where hen was. No one could tell where hen was now. But the shape and size of roasted flesh in the fire clearly indicated that it was of hen, who might have died because of dehydration or intentionally or unintentionally falling into the fire. Whatever it was, they decided to taste, and analyze if it was good to eat.

From that day on, humans acknowledged -- hen could be eaten and one of the delicious of eatables.

Fly away, Fly away, the time has passed

Open the shackles of this body, and ask the mute soul, somebody please ask the mute soul why is the sky so open and wide? and why is the earth so narrow and small?

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[1]: Characters, events are from the Holy book of Hiduism – Ramayana. I was not intentional to offend in any way, any how(if anyone thinks I'm)

[2]: unlike Indians of 21st century

[3]: like Shahid Kapoor's character in the movie Kaminey speaks: “F” as “S” and “S” as “F”.

P.S. It took me awful lot of unfair life experiences, and two sleepless nights to think and narrate this sort of story. Please, do not insult and discourage this wannabe writer by copying it, you can share though. THANK YOU!

--KONARK KARNA

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Froid

It's not about our tragic age, and bearing obstacles It's not about our panic rage, and failing pinnacles It's not about becoming supercilious It's not about being pertinacious Or our social acceptance Nor about our trivial penance It's just about a relentless pursuit Of true real existence, life, and freedom

--Konark Vicious Karna

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Learning Python

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Keep Your Drinks Up

People believe in Hinduism, Buddhism, Sikhism. Some even in Jainism. I believe in Alcoholism. Yes, despite I lost faith in everything; I can proudly say I believe in Alcoholism.   Alcoholism allays all your pain, suffering immediately and elevate you to your "who give a damn" zone right after and suppose if you are lazy enough to get even in your pathway of pursuit of happyness, Alcoholism brings all your happiness itself reach you, Quikr!!  Also, it makes the length of your "pair" and "chadar" compatible and  boost up your confidence, to make one more fight worth for any left-over crap. Apart from these, alcoholic intake permits you to became what you want, say what you want, have fun how you want(yeah, that's tricky). Alcoholic intake makes everyone one anothers brother and all are treated equally - no casteism inside. Alcoholism blatantly detest materialism, and encourage austerity among all its brothers and their respective sisters.   On the whole, Alcoholism is quite a practical sort of religion, and purely of modern time, not like any other having roots in the Dark Ages. In Alcoholism, there's no sacred book to recite ever. No particular brand to drink on particular day. No compulsory bar/pub to go, you can perform your duties whenever and howsoever even in your room alone or collectively. So, guys! Adopt Alcoholism. Promote Alcoholism. It will make your journey to Heaven faster, easier, and smoother. You ought to keep your drinks up, buddy! Cheers!!!! Now, I'm too gonna get a drink.

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Length of a Pi

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Victimized Feelings

My pertinacity, patience and persistent endurance Now filled with your poison Left me tardy, lost in indignation To count it as non-assumed My Veracity, voracity and every vein Now filled with your poison Left me libertine, lost in indolence To count it as non-assumed Infected with your hatred, poison Now all these are spreading inside me Not sure I'll be dead or alive Or to shout or scream

-- Konark Vicious Karna

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Judgemental

#1:  "Winners are those who build windmill in the year the storm, and losers are those who raises shelter." Most of us will be agreeing upon this. But what if, what if those to-be-winner guys couldn't build windmill in the meantime and choose to embrace death instead of raising shelter. What would you think, practically, didn't they died a death of an idiot? a loser? a zero?

#2: In 300 movie, some 300 warriors fought bravely against biggest, strangest army of Persia, but embraced death instead of running away in the end. Those 300 soldiers of that movie motivated millions of soul across the globe to fight utmostly for their dignity, honor, pride, for something deep inside - HOPE, and yes! that movie itself was rated once as the best ever movie created so far. What would you think, didn't they died a death of a winner? a hero? Awww! Contradiction. apparently conclusion of #1 is the exact opposite of #2. Well, practically, what I'm just intended to say that all these philosophical, moral bullshits or filmy charisma is nothing in real life. Nothing. Absolutely nothing! In real life, adjustment is everything. Optimism itself even lies in adjustment. Winners are those who adjusts utmost. So, adjust as much as you can.

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|| Korn - Narcissistic Cannibal ||

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Dawn-ed

"Damn those defilers", he said, the lit cigarette in his hand punctuated every word of it, as if the words were alive because of that tiny heat source, and without it they would shiver and die out. He was dejected saying that, and words remain unheard, pure! "Kya hua bhaiya, soye nahi", a kid spoke, putting cuppa on the table bestrode. "Did I look like I haven't slept? It betrayed", refraining himself this to say but with smile and indicated him to go away. It was the fourth dawn in a row, he was there - the only kiosk on NH-24 to open-up that early. Last night, one more time he found something he isn't eligible to fit in. He couldn't gainsay it, so finally at 3:00 A.M. decided to get some sleep with the thought of, 'Sooner or later I'll find something to cover-up all losses'. The hope. Not the disappointment in the mind, but after an hour, he woke up regretting defilers created system he is caught-in. His self developed rule of utilizing every 24-set fullest is the reason he hated those defilers that much. Well, all these things are worthless to think about now, he shook his head in aversion and caught that kid cleansing the adjacent shop areas there. This time he smiled back too. That kid must be 9-10 year old, he deserves to go to school, to be taught, but not. Every day he must be seeing kids of his age going to school happily. Bag full of books. Water-bottle. Neat dress. Polished shoes. Comparatively, all he had is his disheveled look and no shoes. Somewhere beneath he must be knowing that. A happy, educated life his peers will get; he will always be lagging behind, unless he is a White Tiger in making. But there was no sign of regret, he is enjoying what he is doing. Or he is just way too used to live this way and ignore everything else anyway. That unique calmness on the kids face, despite all adverse, brought him to smile once again whole-heartedly this time. One of the Buddha preaching he'd read somewhere, incidentally recollected: "The cause of all pain and misery is desire, and it can only be ended by killing or controlling the desire."[1] At that time, Sun was still to rise, but breeze had started flowing steadily, public was still to flood, but all four lanes were empty, hearing next person was about to be impossible, but even puffing-out was audible. Eventually, all surrounding started looking beautiful. All his cynical thoughts blown away. He hurried back to his apartment.

[1]: To all self-proclaimed intellectual fucks: this is not pessimism; this is Buddhism. Show some respect, you assholes!

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Who Deserves To Leave The Industry

Inspiration #1: JAVA or .NET dilemma Inspiration #2 : A person I know, right in front of me, was googling "what to do after aborting programming as profession?" but ended-up reading "Mastering Regular Expressions" book summary.

Allow me to present few aspects as conservation, it will be fun to understand.

Person A: Which between Java or .NET has more scope?

Person B: scope?

Person A: Job opportunities. I'm going to get specialization.

Person B: Specialization. Now. Wow! you want to just earn more n more, no? and that's why learn whatever JAVA or .NET it would be.

Person A: Of course!

People like Mr. A -The Earning Enthusiasts should leave industry right away. Over the past few years, I've seen many people who just can't program, they have no business being paid to be a programmer. Please, now when you don't qualify, don't join the WTF Programmers Crew. Leave.  Join Coal India, Food Corporation, Shipping Corporation, Forest Department, PWD sort of organizations. Everyone down there is making money, join them before it is too late.

WTF PROGRAMMERS :

Imagine what will happen if Chetan Bhagat will re-publish Five Point Someone under a new name of 'CCD : Cool College Days'. Now, please, visit below given links:

Deen Dayal Upadhyay University's result page.

Veer Bahadur Singh Purvanchal University's result page.

Many developers like developers of both pages are never good at their job, they actually never wanted to code, they just want to live in peace. Please, don't feel yourself caught in the field you graduated just because

In 3 idiots movie, a person working in US based bank after completing B.Tech and MBA was ridiculed to hell.

Leave!!!! Don't you guys remember in that same movie lately one of them became Wild Life Photographer after engineering. Creativity should WIN! No Creativity should DIE! Help yourself. There must be something you're still good at. Find out! e.g. you maybe good at Badminton, TT, Archery, etc. start tutoring kids, it would be a greater service to nation.

STAR FUCKER INC. FOUNDERS :

But unfortunately, people like Mr. A or WTFs are starting a new dot com every other day in Noida when their own website's front page is erroneous. Codes were stolen, and sometimes denigrating procedure were used e.g. instead of coding shadowed box they photoshop image and put code over it.

These sort of practices were so insulting to any real good programmer that they may die out of embarrassment someday.  Mr. A likes, WTFs, Star Fucker entrepreneurs should leave Industry ASAP and make room for real programmer who loves to code, passionately. They love it so much they would do it for no pay at all -- Founders of Open Source Communities.

I know few programmers who even on vacations try to learn, practice, code, debug till early hours of morning just for fun; who even-after losing their spectacles, rub their eyes, shake their head every 10 min. but again re-concentrates on monitors; who after dejected year(s) decides to leave industry and after googling "what to do after aborting programming as profession" and few re-directions end-up reading "Mastering Regular Expressions" book summary.

Note: I'm not intended to offend or hurt anyone particularly anyhow. Views are purely personal.

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Meaningful Life

Lets pull the chain, stop the train, the fast moving train you hoped on since your imagination enforcing you to fanaticize, at least for a while, for the sake of the realism of your birth. Lets alight in the ground that doesn't belong to you, alight in the ground that is no station, no town, no people, only wild that is actually the real Earth uninhabited by humans so far. Reach out to the land you never prepared for, struggle in the conditions you never imagined. All your life lived so far is irrelevant in this uninhabited land, all achievement gained, all loss suffered has no worth here. Feel the solitude you complained about all your real life. Feel the tension of being in an unimaginative place. Feel the blood rushing at double-speed. Oh lord! its all scary, no? Go back, and hop on that train again. Go back to your comfort zone, your fanatic meaningful life.

Look around!

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Curio

"I should have known those fingers would cave in" said ant A dolorously to ant B at the loss of back limb before dying out of intense pain. New scent of those fingers were so irresistible that tiny timid curious insect dropped his quest of finding food for a while and hoped on those gambling humanly finger.

Curious ant whose stories are used by Intellectual humans to motivate new generation of their species is now trapped in the fingers of same humanly creature that out of self-imposed pride dismissed to consider these diminutive creature as anyhow inspiring. His vicious intentions to enjoy misery of that creature compelled him to detach ants back limb.

Segregated.

His happy smile visible.

Ant's painful scream inaudible invisible.

Ant in his last moments, instead of complaining about Earth's most witty ingenious creature's malicious act, died complaining about his own rapid reaction for any new thing without knowing properly with irrational decisions. "I should have known those fingers would cave in" was ant's last statement managed to be spoken.

  His whole community, the ant community was in grief. But fortunately they managed to recover after not-so-long duration thinking "he should have known those fingers would cave in".

Lately, to them, ant A was a fool. He died a death of a fool.