Trails of life

Its all a change, really. Time haven't the same manner, it can come back, for sure! Let the things flow but move with time, it changes, it transits at every moment. I dont know for what topic this post this, it feels like just a summary of things going and coming after the another. To derive some conclusions from time, to juice up some little manners of life, not just the good ones but even the bad ones. It has been a lot of time that i posted, it was september 12 then. Sure! My exams come across the timeline but it didnt let myself to pause posting. It was me who failed to compile the things, just because i had plenty of them to discuss! Ah! Its true, when you have millions to express but none display you fail to Purely explain what your time is right now. I dont care about conflicting reviews but i even hate them. One thing i wanna share most importantly. Technology surpassed me. Ah! I hate the things when you fall in limits... Some 2 weeks ago, when i made up my mind to post, then i saw that the dynamic look has been acquired by blogger and that i cannot post through my phone, its java powered, featuring opera mini 7.0. It straight away says that - your browser is unsupported and may result in improper behaviour. Some texts appeared where and some pictures where! It was not ready to have a post button on the screen! Then i choosed my mini iphone my ipod touch for the purpose. And its going fine here! Its damn good. I bought it from houslow, london it was mere a price i bought it first time in my life in pounds. The value here in India is high but little in pounds there in England! So, here are millions things to share ut little space to appear. Some may question what have they got to do with this one, but mind it, always there are littles before the big ones. How time make you perfect, and how in limits around you, you may wonder how it may conclude what was good for you then, then you may not answer the demands of time, it always increases! Little bit of time and big heights to touch and it didnt even looks mere a time, its a living animal, so cruel that even cares for anyone! I cant imagine that from how many experiences might have passed from while rea hing this end! Hmm, its toward end but a new start, it always have to be! Thing big and do big! Why limit yourself? Thing best, try best and get best! Any questions then call your mind, is it ringing? Oh! Time is there for you! Any comments?

Ode To The Life

Where the limits confine no ends,
Head held high on high lengths.
Where losts sway beauty of legends,
Hidden for comeback, its all new and new.

Ode to the life, on the odd sides,
Heavens do stare, atlast some words to hear.
Moist foot and roads untrodden,
Mere carpets laid by the Gods.

Ode to the life, flute on the false ways,
Set apart lost and gains, mistakes.
Questions hike high, why why and why,
No answers but reasons to inhale.

Ode to the life, separations deep inside,
Big worlds to dream, big to believe.
To the next of action, heart screamed,
To know, to the new big world to enter.

I Can't Move On A Smooth Road

yes! I must confess, its all going like a fast flowing stream.
Instances that follow to derieve my ability, is yet but in an underflow, but some unanswered is getting discovered far too long.

Dont know y I let apart myself from I can do. Hereby, i just cant mix reality with a reason. If I do, then the blend is a so bad outcome that its out of anyone's reach.

Each second in a different show is heart frightening. What I am and what I should be, things are really opposite to one another in every prospect.

Some aims are there, and I know I have to wait for the best times to come and the best time to seek. Living in a matter of fact really really hides a crucial points of reality and individuality.

Still some powers are undetermined. Some fall from the very initials, and some in the middles. Some thoughts are never ending, and some are pasts never finishing but even expanding in the dream of futures today and tomorrow.

Which then were a try are now in practice, however far I need or discard them. Some lessons are worth possessing with a meaning. Dreaming in a thunderstorm is worth dreary...

Hmm, yes here I am, beside your eyes, near your mind, living like all do, on a soft smooth road, hard enough to walk, complex enough to think, different surprises, different occasions, close to you and all, and one in all, a simple common man, on a lifeless dream, in a colourful world, in a barren land of wisdom and prosperiety, with a promise and an aim to desire and admire millions things to conqueror, else everything to be like in my colour...

Here I Am, This Is Me...

Students And Children: Are They Different?

What today a topic is?
It is a kind of difference in one.
Yes, there's a point when one fails to define himself as one.
What a change takes place, you cant acknowledge but you live.
The topic here is: STUDENTS AND CHILDREN (ARE THEY DIFFERENT?)


Intials:
You have got up early for the school, you took bath and put on your school dress. You left your home, and reached school...
You studied, shared and moved on. Its the time to return back and so do you do.

Here, a point to be noted!
You were a child here at home and then you were a student at school...

Hmm, the point is menial but is the outcome so?
When you share with your friend frankly, do you notice what you are at that time and the same when you share the same with same friend but at home.

Verbly, there are some difference how you react.

Mid way:

Story of a student:


What puts you aside from what you do, what carrier you follow, what jobs will you acquire, whats about the tests and marks you got, what you peers have with you etc.
This blow of feeling i bear when entering the gate of school, i am a student. I am a master of my own. I dont care of my teachers, nor my assignment. I know what i do and we should follow. I can bunk the tuitions even i can pay high for them. I can spend petrol whole of the day doing nothing...

Towards end:

At questions, the demands end.
My big question is- Are students and children different? What attitude they reflect being in a different show?
What pulls the frank attitude out of yourself?

Next time u see urself as a children and as a student, try to think only once, what you are, to whom you talk and what you ought to be!

Why U Sacrifice???

Why u sacrifice??? I mean why??? Why? Why?
At the cost of wat u do, wat u bother, wat u make, wat think, and even wat u dzire...
Wat makes u proud nd wat makes u feel felling down, wat makes u go up and up and wat makes feel inferior about.

Wat makes u push ur ability and wat makes u lay down anytime, everytime.
Wat holds ur time back is there waiting fr an instance.
Dey remember u at a high place and yes! U r ur own of style and action.

Being proud, no one can repeat those things, those saved in the past, and now being far- far away from those words, those with a power and those with a reaction.

Destiny has some words for u aside from the world dictionary.
Not an easy task to do, not an easy to bear each second, and not an easy to see life with life.
Two things may depart apart far far away, and u jst cnt make a difference from whom u r. Mind and heart may differ, fire may burn u ol over, a laugh may give life , a smile may let u above, and make living simple in dis simple life.

While reading these words, a portrait may appear, what I am, and what u r. Where u dream and where to dream to be in life, makes difference how u choose, and how u meant u it to be.
Wat meanings dat dis hold, I know not dey hold, questions r yet answered, why???

Why do u sacrifice???

Is Finding Pirated Windows An Only Way?

Its the year 2012, and surely the technology is ever expanding, even above the way ever expected.
There's a competition thats leading all the possible extends of development.
Its rightly exclaimed that the one who do's the thing first is remembered till the last.
With the series in the fades of decades, nothing has changed.
Big man's have big words yet now whatever their policies may be.

Let's take a case:
My windows7 PC is highly vulnerable to viruses and malwares, maybe because of the no. of removable devices i use to exchange data occasionally. My PC is not directly connected over to internet. And so i just cant update my Antivirus regularly.
At the verge of everything, i thought of installing windows 7 again, and i too got a pirated windows 7 DVD.
Partitions are made, and windows is ready to get installed.
To the matter of my surprise, the installation failed!
THEN I THOUGHT TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER WINDOWS 7 DVD SO TO CARRY ON THE INSTALLATION.

Now, i too have an Ubunto studio DVD to put my computer on working till then.
Live CD here is not a preffered method as Ubunto Studio takes about 15 mins to completely load on my PC. ( What is the electricity goes off?!!)
If i may install it, it will be removed during Windows installation later on.

Now let us recall some questions from this case:

1. Is it important to search for windows for long even if you have Linux for the best interface?
2. Windows 8 boot loader is not compatible with even the latest version of Linux. Is it Linux who always have to compromise?
3. Can't Linux remove Windows boot system while its getting installed?
4. Cant we buy an orginal version of Windows for ourself inspite of searching for corrupted and pirated Windows?
5. Are what their policies made the things like this forever?
6. Cant we choose Linux as a primary choice for an OS?

What it is right now, its yet confusing.
To be continued...

My Pen...

I dont know where my pen falls weak,
Where do it become stronger.
I know, its sparkling now,
Aside of numerous visions.

Voice in me narrates definitions,
What give life to unliven words.
My pen blinking upon luminous lights,
Spread all across lifeless dreams.

What do the books of heaven unwritten,
Immortal its divine fortunate presence.
What do pre-heat summers have on windows,
Of values varying with varying possessions.

What cannot end with ending time,
And what time cannot determine the end.
What promises did ends undefined,
And what dearest of mine have driven misery.

In the deepest of crisis above reality,
What talks do borrow happiness.
What splits, what makes in seconds,
What may flew, beyond the verge of distinction.