Life

A novice attempt to translate my own poem from Punjabi.

Please be nice. 

Daily, it’s a new flight,

knowing,

at dusk

the return is inevitable

to the same nest And on return,

the squabble

over building the nest

on a higher branch

Still, they return,

perhaps the excitement

of meeting the fledgling

pulls them back,

day after day.

But today,

there is a turmoil around the nest;

birds are lamenting,

screaming,

and cursing the falcon race,

and the fledgling

is nowhere to be seen.

Tomorrow,

it will again be a new flight

and on return,

the same squabble

"Had the nest been on a higher branch."

-kaliadevansh

Try-catch

Ok! This one is nerdy. I was just thinking that one should never stop trying. Even God would have got a compile time error if there was no catch for your try. :-)

And if you are lucky, there would be a garbage collector after your every try.

Thoughts of a Revolutionary

This time when I came back from home, I brought a very special book along,
"Shaheed Bhagat Singh ate ohna de sathiaN Dian likhtaN"
The writings of Martyr Bhagat Singh and his Companions.
It is such a pleasure reading this and gives an insight into the brain and the thought process of Bhagat.
I couldn't stop sharing the quotes in this post. I intend to update the same post as I read through.
To start with, I'll post some that fascinated me while skimming through.
1. MaiN sikhi di band-band katvaun di rivayat da kayal haaN, aje taaN maiN ik band katvaya hai, oh v pet layi nahiN sagoN desh layi, jaldi hi gardan v katvavaNga. Par ik Sikh di taNg nazari te taNg dili da gila zaroor rahega.
2. 'Aman kanoon' manukh vaste hai na me manukh 'aman kanoon' vaste.
3. "Meri zindagi mahan maksad bhav bharat di aazadi de asool de lekhe lag chukki hai. Is layi meri zindagi vich aaram te duniyavi khah'shaN vaste koi khich nahi hai."

-This is an extract from a letter Bhagat wrote before leaving his home in 1929. The beautiful thing is that he was only 15-16 when he wrote this. I consider this to be right next to the BheeshM pratigya of BheeshM, the son of Ganga, in the epic Mahabharat.

-kaliadevansh

Stars

Ever slept counting the stars? Brings a smile on the face, doesn't it?

When was the last time you did this? 

From past six months, I have been living at Hyderabad and just like any other metro city, it rarely sleeps, being the IT hub of the country is an added perk. Late night shifts, deadlines, the deadly production environment and what not collaborate with such perfection that the small joys of life are trapped in a faraway corner of the brain; bending the neck, lifting the head and looking up at the night sky being one.

This crazy midnight idea engendered a question; What deprives us of all these small joys? Are we so busy that we can’t take some time and look above, recollect some memories and smile like an idiot? J

-kaliadevansh