10 things I like about Computers

Its such a cliche statement that computers have taken over the world. Which is so true. The microchip which is found inside the Processor is everywhere from our traditional home PC's to our hand held devices like cell phones and Personal Digital Assistants (PDAs) to various controlled processes in manufacturing industries. Personally, well, yes. I use computers quite a lot. I have a love-hate relationship with this technology. So here it goes

1. My creative juices flow better when I have the PC in front of me.
2. Microsoft Word enables me to write, it spells check automatically, and its SO neat. REALLY! When a writer writes on a paper, there are so many crosses and cuttings. Thats one thing I like about PC's. They enable me to be NEAT.
3. Social networking. How can any normal teen or tween actually forget that? It enables me to use internet, and FACEBOOK!
4. All my information is in various folders, which is so amazing. Its so organized and neat, and it doesn't even take space!
5. I can listen to songs, all in one box.
6. I can watch movies, all in one little thing.
7. I can research on the internet! Although, internet can never really replace books, but its a good source. and I love Wikkipedia! Instant information.
8. Thanks to software piracy, I do not even have to buy CDs anymore for various songs.
9. Games on the computer! yes i used to love counter strike and various nintendo games. and The Sims.
10. and it continues...it continues... Life is indeed miserable without my Computer. MY second favorite past time, first being reading. Oh well I can even do that on the computer. Cheap torrents. All the books available online. Yay!

Gamble of Life

Believe it or not, I hoped.
Hard it is to fathom, but I prayed.
Inside me, I had faith.
But now that the things that I have coped.
Losses that I have endured.
Fears that I have conquered.
Things I have foregone.
Pain that I have felt
It crashes down upon me, all over again.
The old wounds ripped apart.
The feeling of loneliness, isolated from the crowd.
Left with nothing, standing in the middle of nowhere.
Oh yeah, I have tried.
Tried to regain my faith.
But I guess now it's too late.
The clock is ticking away
Time is passing by
Darkness ahead
No light at the end of the tunnel
I wonder why I kiss failure again and again?
Maybe its meant to be, supposed to be
But no one can force happiness onto me.
I guess I was meant to lose the battle, the gamble.
For my path has always been strewn with bramble.
All I see ahead is sorrow, pain, failure, disappointment.
At losing the gamble of life.

Innovations!

Every summer, I read the whole Harry Potter series all over again. Some people might term this as an obssessive behavior, but for me, there is nothing better than curling up with Harry Potter on a sofa, and exploring the magical world with Harry!
Not only it is an awesome time passer, but ALSO it is a source of great inspiration.
Quite interestingly, an inspiration struck my sister, and she exclaimed "HEyyy! Why don't you write the past..like before Harry and about Voldemort's life from Voldemort's point of view, and the mischief done by the Marauders (James Potter, Peter Pettrigew, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black).
and I was skeptical. Seriously, J.K.Rowling should write this herself! But then I thought..Why not post it on my blog? and invite other people to give ideas? And Yes, indeed, this will become an interesting every week story for all the Harry Potter fans out there!

Tonight. Just a Poetry I read

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!
Days burning with pain turn to ashes.
Who knows what happens tomorrow?
Last night is lost; tomorrow's frontier wiped out:
Who knows if there will be another dawn?
Life is nothing, it's only tonight!
Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!
Do not repeat stories of sufferings now,
Do not complain, let your fate play its role,
Do not think of tomorrows, give a damn--
Shed no tears for seasons gone by,
All sighs and cries wind up their tales,
Oh, do not strike the same chord again!

Beautiful Poetry by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.

At Night My lost Memory of You returned
And I was like the empty field where spring time,
without being notice is bringing flowers;
I was like the desert over which, the
breeze moves gently with great care,
I was like the dying patient who, for no reason smiles.

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If you look at the city from here, you'd realize
that in the entire crowd there's nobody really dignified
nobody truly sagacious;
Every young man's in a noose
every woman a branded slave. (So true!)

Random thoughts

A thing that has been disturbed.
The equlibrium rocked.
Who would believe? Who would care?
and what if illusions will be shattered?
Dreams might be broken.

So what if the heart is desolate?
and the mind numb?
A calm, deadly stillness.

There is no one out there.
Alone you are.
Cry you might.
But the tears just don't come out.

The harsh Reality.

Disillusioned. Blinded. The world dark. No hope. When has hope ever given happiness? It always has led to misery. For dreams to be shattered. And everythin' to be destroyed.

Everythin' can be replaced. There is no place in this world for regrets. No time to hope. There is only the time to achieve. To find your own way.

Because it's a selfish world. Miseries, bloodshed, cries, pain, hunger........
Maybe thats how life is. or maybe I am just seeing the black and white version. Or maybe there are no colors.