From the confines of Desks & Cabins,
To fields with virgin greenery;
From Doors guarded by Men & Machines;
To homes with horizon as their boundary!
From a Mercedes Benz bus,
To shoes soaked in clay;
From machines dispensing 6 flavors of coffee,
To people fetching water from kilometers away.
From fingers on keyboard & mouse,
To Digging earth with Axe & Spade.
From emails saying "Chocolates at my desk"
To Aanwla candies, totally handmade.
What have I given back?
An answer to this, I often seek;
May be now I can say -
"A few more trees of
Kokum, Bamboo, Aanwla and Teak" :)
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Friday, September 3, 2010
Answers To klueLESS / Mindgame / Mindquiz
After so many days, trying out the Original Mindquiz, which was named klueLESS.
Here are the answers to levels I’ve solved. These are just for references. Please don’t play the spoilsport. Use them only if u are reallllllllllllly stuck.
Here is the link to the original game. Hats off to its creators.
Let me know, if u need explanations. Comment here leaving your id.
Answers:
1. Click at the top of the center gate.
2. Click when the text is displayed.
3. Name the Goddess: Iris
4. Complete Me with a beta sign: Ray-ban
5. You haven’t seen all yet: cobain
6. He’s waiting for your call. Dial him: 666
7. “Straightforwardness and simplicity are in keeping with goodness.” ~ Seneca : level8
8. Look out on the road. Authenticate for "lights on the road": Metal/Pixel
9. “Load-Nero”: Leonardo
10.Something wrong: Audi (Loved this level)
11.Wiwvr/suicv : fifth/quint
12.Vat 69, no exit and other pictures: hotel/California
13.Gurobbx: thebook
14.And so at last the beast fell and the unbelievers rejoiced. But all was not lost, for from the ash rose a great bird. The bird gazed down upon the unbelievers and cast fire and thunder upon them. For the beast had been reborn with its strength renewed, and the followers of Mammon cowered in horror. : Mozilla (Liked the hint)
15.Recognise, what else: Vodafone
16.Some things don't always make sense... let them be.: adioswhit
17.Mr. Fat has just resigned. I am the new Chairman of the Board.: scaramanga
18.35363687 y dnt u msg me bk: elements
19.Authenticate for they're telling you something: gorgeous/animated
20.Lllisteennocteiyuhmpgoleeah uknsltri. The name of honour more than I fear death: doors
21.Who are they? Sdneirf (try entering friends, and you’ll be stuck there forever J)
22.Take me around town: flake/ground
23.Picture of Zip: Gringo/oncemore
24.Remember all I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more:
Now the game gets interesting.
Soln 1: Take Blue Pill:
25. 66, 77, satellite, victrola: Iridium
Soln 1: Take Blue Pill:
25. 66, 77, satellite, victrola: Iridium
26.I am: Leg
27.The real maker: wes cherry
28.Now u r back to 24 J Awesomeness !!
24.Red Pill: Iridium/Wes Cherry
25.What do they call it at home: gorinnosho (it was damn difficult, but the clue was hidden beautifully.)
26.Ring on orange background: clockwork/orange (Beautiful; isn’t it)
27.No trix being played here. Just identify this one. 36-24-36: Vitalstatistix
28.Marine symbols: skipped (To enter the hall of fame J)
29.This is level 30. To find level 29: cq409324mj4598
30.J
You can also find solutions to other mindgame/mindquiz too on my blogs. Just search for them.
You can also
Friday, July 16, 2010
The Stray Balloon
With millions thoughts, nestling inside my head
I was coming back from office, walking in a tired gait
The day had gone good; still I was exhausted;
Eager to reach home, I just couldn’t wait.
There were similar faces around
As far as I could see
Except, there was a stray balloon
A little ahead of me.

On the other side of the road, however
There were many more, waiting to be sold
And with them was a small girl,
Hardly ten years old.
She was too busy bargaining,
with a doting mother;
Clearly her work day,
was far from over.
She was not aware of
That balloon gone astray
All she was concerned about
Was earning her day’s pay.
I picked up the balloon and
Don’t-know-why I smiled;
As if I’ve just picked up,
Countless chuckles inside.
To return it back to her
I crossed the road with a zeal
I was feeling like a star,
As if it was a “Big Deal!!”.
Somewhere I hoped to see some joy
Or at least - some surprise
But all I found
Were two blank eyes.
With no expression or words,
She just took it away.
But holding that balloon for those 2 seconds,
Had made my day!!!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Friday Fun - on the web now
I'm missing the #FridayFun, which were the Sanjeevani Booti for us slogging Lakshmans in IT industry.
Just thought of starting something on the web for #FridayFun. Every Friday, I'll try to have a fun activity posted on twitter/facebook/orkut/blogger.
Just plug-in, contribute and have fun.
Today's game: Just try to complete the quote/sentence with something witty:
(Give your answer in comments)
Just thought of starting something on the web for #FridayFun. Every Friday, I'll try to have a fun activity posted on twitter/facebook/orkut/blogger.
Just plug-in, contribute and have fun.
Today's game: Just try to complete the quote/sentence with something witty:
(Give your answer in comments)
All Work and no play ...........................
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Beautiful Poem on Pune Blast
Eleven young souls in some place better
Words flow down as eyes get wetter
Details of bombs, numbers or some other
The residue always has a clueless mother
Clueless, for it’s unfair in times of opportunity
Some gone, some left with strange immunity
Immunity to what does not affect us
Someone else’s bakery, someone else’s bus.
On the bus, we did talk about the bombs
Solar systems and political storms
The good leaders condemned the ghastly act
The sum of a mother’s tears a small fact
The police will catch the cowards one day
The courts will ask “What do you have to say”
They will rant on and on for a year or two
As networks flash stills from Pune and Kathmandu
Then one day the judge will have enough
Hang him high, the coward claims to be tough
But the application will stay somewhere in a file
A mother waits all this while.
A plane will get hijacked ten years from now
As cowards fly away, we will shout and not bow
We do not give into cowards
We just don’t give a damn, actually
God, let me turn this around a bit
Not that anyone should be hurt or hit
But what if in that bakery there had been a Minister’s Son
This country would act, things would be done
Forget the Minister, what if my child was there
Then I may know what is fair and unfair
What if the media had lost one of their own?
Images of blood and flesh would not be shown
For every viewer who is fascinated with mayhem
India TV, there is a anxious mother waiting in pain
She prays her daughter is not in that café
She prays she is busy learning ballet
An Army waits for marching orders
Some inside us, some on the borders
We have had enough, we always had enough
Let us be tough, and not act tough
Every Indian life is more than your compensation
Let us break those caves, before they break this nation
We are ready to go back in our economy along the way
The price of war is less than this price we pay
A German bakery today, a Swedish bus tomorrow
Eleven today, a hundred tomorrow
Let’s kill the immunity we all have inside
Not eleven, but that day another billion died.
(This beautiful and heart-touching poem came to me in a forward, and is composed by Gaurav Parab.)
Words flow down as eyes get wetter
Details of bombs, numbers or some other
The residue always has a clueless mother
Clueless, for it’s unfair in times of opportunity
Some gone, some left with strange immunity
Immunity to what does not affect us
Someone else’s bakery, someone else’s bus.
On the bus, we did talk about the bombs
Solar systems and political storms
The good leaders condemned the ghastly act
The sum of a mother’s tears a small fact
The police will catch the cowards one day
The courts will ask “What do you have to say”
They will rant on and on for a year or two
As networks flash stills from Pune and Kathmandu
Then one day the judge will have enough
Hang him high, the coward claims to be tough
But the application will stay somewhere in a file
A mother waits all this while.
A plane will get hijacked ten years from now
As cowards fly away, we will shout and not bow
We do not give into cowards
We just don’t give a damn, actually
God, let me turn this around a bit
Not that anyone should be hurt or hit
But what if in that bakery there had been a Minister’s Son
This country would act, things would be done
Forget the Minister, what if my child was there
Then I may know what is fair and unfair
What if the media had lost one of their own?
Images of blood and flesh would not be shown
For every viewer who is fascinated with mayhem
India TV, there is a anxious mother waiting in pain
She prays her daughter is not in that café
She prays she is busy learning ballet
An Army waits for marching orders
Some inside us, some on the borders
We have had enough, we always had enough
Let us be tough, and not act tough
Every Indian life is more than your compensation
Let us break those caves, before they break this nation
We are ready to go back in our economy along the way
The price of war is less than this price we pay
A German bakery today, a Swedish bus tomorrow
Eleven today, a hundred tomorrow
Let’s kill the immunity we all have inside
Not eleven, but that day another billion died.
(This beautiful and heart-touching poem came to me in a forward, and is composed by Gaurav Parab.)
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
1411 - where the hell this figure came from?
1411 - It's a catchy number, but is not my ATM PIN. As per the widely advertised #SaveOurTigers campaign, this is the number of tigers left in India. I'm sure we all must have initially wondered, how did we arrive at this number but later convinced ourselves that the government must have done a proper counting and published the figure somewhere. Our Discovery - Wild and NatGeo fed minds led us believe that Aircel or Indian Govt. might have put radio tracking devices and hence counted the striped beauty.
Wonder of wonders, it's not true. The number is actually nothing more than a pure guesstimate. Here is formula used to arrive at this figure:
2007 Tiger Census Report: Number of tigers - Max=1650; Min=1150. Take an average, yes a simple statistical average; result=1400; Adding an optimistic growth of around 4 tigers per year they put forward the figure of 1411, conveniently ignoring more than 100 deaths reported since that report.
1411 is just an inflated figure and an exaggeration. The actual number is much lower. We should either act now saving them OR start looking for our next National Animal. May be a goat, to show solidarity to the national animal of our neighbors.
Wonder of wonders, it's not true. The number is actually nothing more than a pure guesstimate. Here is formula used to arrive at this figure:
2007 Tiger Census Report: Number of tigers - Max=1650; Min=1150. Take an average, yes a simple statistical average; result=1400; Adding an optimistic growth of around 4 tigers per year they put forward the figure of 1411, conveniently ignoring more than 100 deaths reported since that report.
1411 is just an inflated figure and an exaggeration. The actual number is much lower. We should either act now saving them OR start looking for our next National Animal. May be a goat, to show solidarity to the national animal of our neighbors.
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