Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Entrapment

Hopelessly bound
unfettered
by the chains of love's grip
- greatest gift,
fate's cruelest curse.

Wherefore do I weep
at knowing the joy,
the warmth,
at feeling the peace,
the fire.

Wherefore do I weep
unable to complete ,
to be,
unknown the kiss,
the flames.

Wherefore do I weep
at loving not living
seeing not touching
breathing not sharing
holding not loving?

All,because I,
The Fool,
am no more?


-Unknown

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

She was a Phantom of Delight


She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely Apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;

Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;

A dancing Shape, an Image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon a nearer view,

A Spirit, yet a Woman too!

Her household motions light and free,

And steps of virgin liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A Creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food;

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene

The very pulse of the machine;

A Being breathing thoughtful breath,

A Traveler between life and death;

The reason firm, the temperate will,

Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;

A perfect Woman, nobly planned,

To warm, to comfort, and command;

And yet a Spirit still, and bright,

With something of angelic light.

-By William Wordsworth

Another day without her

Another day without her,

So I cried myself to sleep.

But in my dreams I found her,

And her love had made me weak.

The joy I had been searching for,

I found as I slept,

In my dreams I found her,

Only after I had wept.

Then I woke and realized,

She was nowhere to be found,

My heart had dropped out of my chest,

And shattered on the ground.

Why can’t my reality be my dreams?

Why can’t my dreams be true in life?

To finally find her forever,

And leave behind the strife.

I lay there bound by sorrow,

Depression in every breath I take,

Another day without her,

So I cry myself awake.

-By Unknown

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

You Don't Know It


strange how i love you more than ever now.
now that i cannot hold you.
now that i can only watch you from a far.
you are my weight.
freedom is in my hands.


i am no longer bound to you.
but i bind myself to you.
you are the stone tied to the end of my string.
i am the balloon reaching for the sky.
i cannot help but float close to the ground.


i miss you.
how much.
you will never know.
i want to let go.
like you have.
but i can't.
"it's not so bad.
you don't want me back.
it's not so bad.
you're just.. the best I've ever had"


you don't know it.
but i would do anything for you.

you don't know it.
i still take keep that photo of us around with me.

you don't know it.
but you remind me of the time when i knew who i was.

you don't know it.
but i still love you.

I will always hold you higher than anyone else.


-Written By : Unknown

Monday, August 31, 2009

Because I'm too big to cry


I never stopped to realize

How lonely I would be

I never thought the day would come

When you'd grow tired of me



Your voice was never sweeter

Than the day you said goodbye

You'll never know how much it hurt

Because I'm too big to cry



If I knew then what I know now

You'd still be kissing me

Instead there's someone else's lips

Where mine used to be



I say hello and wish you well

Each time I pass you by

But you'll never know how much it hurt

Because I'm too big to cry



You never looked so wonderful

As the day you walked away

I used to say, "I love you"

But that I could not say



I can't forget you darlin'

No matter how much I try

You'll never know how much it hurt

Because I'm too big to cry

Written By- Unknown

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Change.....!!!!

Hi Folks,
I Recieved a mail from 1 of my friends today which had this poem below. I think its very true. I want to share this with all of you.
Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional life……
How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness….
How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less people to use them
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger But then why there is less hunger…..
Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life How it changed…..
How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on but then why there are less places to go on…… How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day but then why its feels like shop is far away…..
How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package but then why there are less calls & more messages……
Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life How it changed…..
How a general class journey changed to Flight journey But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….
How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop but then why there is less time to put it on……….
How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate but then why after 8′o Clock it always feel like getting late….
Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life How it changed….. how it changed……..

Time Is Money

There is an old proverb that ‘Time is Money’. Is it really true? How can Time be equivalent to Money. What is that which relates Time and Money or there is something by which we can convert Time to Money.

Some people say that Time is Money because we earn money spending our time at work. Well it is true but also it depends on how we are utilizing our time. On many occasions we keep on doing stuff which is unnecessary. We can easily spend that time doing some productive work. I think this is the difference between people who are rich and successful and a common man. They spend there time wisely doing stuff which earns them the money. They value there time and this is how entrepreneurs are born.

We are discussing how Time can be Money but we didn’t consider happiness here. People for whom happiness is all about money the above thing holds true. But is happiness all about money, No. So in this context I must say Time is more valuable than money. Because whatever we do in life is for happiness. It may be our own or the happiness we give to our loved ones, our relatives and friends.

What is the value of spending all your time earning money when you cannot spend some time with your old parents, you cannot play with you child. Is that money worth when your spouse wants your time or when your friends want to hang out with you?

We say we earn money for the happiness of our loved ones but that money doesn’t seem to provide all the happiness they want. Yes money is important but we should consider Time as Money and spend some of it on things which brings happiness.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Hash Tables in JavaScript

Hashing has lots of benefits for storing data. We achieve hashing in various languages but doing it througn Javascript was something very special. While the basic purpose of using a Hash Table is to store a key value pair, but there are also other ways to use it. I used it for checking duplicate values. Below is the code for Hash Tables in Javascript.

Code for creating a Hash Table:

//Initializes the Hash Table
function HashTable(){ this.hashArr = new Array(); this.length = 0;}

//Get Function to read the contents
HashTable.prototype.get = function(key) { return this.hashArr[key];};

//Put function for storing key value
HashTable.prototype.put = function(key, value) { if (typeof(this.hashArr[key]) == 'undefined') { this.length++; } this.hashArr[key] = value;};

For Checking Duplicate values:
Store the element to be checked as key. If Duplicate it will not get inserted and the length of Hash Table remains same. Compare this value with a counter. If counter is greater than length it is a duplicate.
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