Saiabhi

Monday, June 26, 2006

GG

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Midway trip




CAPITALIZM

She use to stand
By the signal
Selling flowers,
She was young and bold

She sold many flowers
And managed her living by that signal…

One day,
It was raining hard,
And she was still selling her flowers
Her wet cloths, her wet flowers…

Some one just walked-in
Trying to buy
Not her flowers but – Her!

She cried a lot,
She yelled a lot,
But no one helped her,
That moment she realized
She was on the street and she is young.

Buyer was there,
Willing to buy, as much as possible,
As soon as possible,
What ever he can afford...

CAPITALIZM

It’s all about consumers
We are all part of it,
Some where in the food chain
Trying to buy,
Trying to survive and not get killed...

She is gone now
I saw another girl selling flowers there
And She is young…

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

B'School

I went to b’school,
And they taught me,
There’s no free lunch in life…

She was there
When I didn’t know anything,
When I needed the “Zula”,
When I was learning my first thing…

She was there
When I did my first math,
When I wrote my first love letter,
And when my heart was broken…

She was there
When I was lost in the deep forest,
When I found my first success,
And to hold me in my first defeat…

She did everything for me
And never asked for anything,
told me that she loves me,
More than her life…

Did they teach me anything in school?
Or I just paid them,
And they screwed my life…

I am educated now,
I can count, but can’ measure,
I can read, but can’t realize,
I can write, but can’t express,
I can - and I can’t…

They only taught me
How to get and not to give,
How to invest and not to loose,
How to build and not to pay,
And then I just think of my “Aai”…

I went to b’school,
And they taught me,
There’s no free lunch in life…

Monday, April 03, 2006

Emotional debate

Dark night,
And
She was walking alone in the desert…

She knew
She will be dead pretty soon,
Only option was to cross the border,
And
Be there before dawn…

And then
She had 5 bucks,
A water bottle,
Ton load of dreams,
And broken hopes…

She was coming from Mexico,
They called her – “illegal immigrant”,
We have 12 million of them,
Standing by the road,
Working in office, cleaning desk and …

They do anything,
For any amount of money,
And are there whenever you need them
They sweep the road,
They sleep with your odds,
They…

At the end of the day,
We are all immigrants,
This is the country of immigrants’
And still
We have borders, a steel wall, and
What not…

Dark night,
And
She was walking alone in the desert…
Starving and thirsty,
I saw her on TV – she was dead.

****

In his radio talk, Bush acknowledged the difficulty that lawmakers faced.

"This is an emotional debate," he said. "America does not have to choose between being a welcoming society and being a lawful society. We can be both at the same time."

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

On Blog post :"Lata Mangeshkar - Go Fly Over"

You can read this blog post here
Ref: http://o3.indiatimes.com/uptowngirl

I can’t read the comments on this blog. Yes the blog is trying to make a point here that every one is equal, and I get that. We can have a debate on development vs individuals. But calling some one or abusing some one [for any personal or private] reason is beyond imagination. And that too with image like Lataji or asha bhosle.

Remember, if you spit on the Sun - you will get it back. In fact, the point of debate is totally lost as I am reading these comments; I found most of the comments full of jealousy and ignorance. For example, "We all know how lata mangeshkar tried her best to thwart the career of her sister Asha...” what this has to do with Fly-over issue?

Friends lets stick to the original point in this discussion and pl. don’t use this forum to vent personal agenda against individuals. Decency is must for any dialogue [which, as I understand stand for the "flow of meaning"]. If the meaning is lost then what is left is only rubbish...

Abhijit

Friday, February 10, 2006

Dr. Amartya Sen

"It also alerted me to the remarkable fact that economic unfreedom, in the form of extreme poverty, can make a person a helpless prey in the violation of other kinds of freedom: Kader Mia need not have come to a hostile area in search of income in those troubled times if his family could have managed without it."
From : http://nobelprize.org/economics/laureates/1998/sen-autobio.html

Friday, February 03, 2006

Code Camp

We had a wonderful code camp at CSFU in O.C. Lot of good information, views and coding.

http://www.socalnetevents.org/Default.aspx?
alias=www.socalnetevents.org/codecamp

Evening rock party was awesome. Only missing thing is the commitment. Almost all presenters promised that they will upload their presentation on site, but I haven’t seen one!

I guess that’s why it’s a code camp, and geek’s event where we promise a lot and deliver nothing.

Anyway, I love it!