Recursive Poetry

For hard-core programming enthusiastics I have a challenge.
Think of recursive poetry and also evaluate in programmin terms about some lines u like.
Use the comments.
I will begin
Aaenae mein ek aks tha,
Aur aks mein phir wohi aaena tha.
The above lines are recursive in nature. The mirror has a reflection and the reflection again has the same mirror. hence mirror calls mirror with reflection as the new parameter as mirror.

Confused!!!!

Also thanks to Dharam and Aakarshak for their great idea.
Sakhee for being able to withstand my ramblings.

Something for my Situation

Tasveer banaata hoon, tasveer nahin banti
Ek khvaab sa dekha hai taabiir nahin banti

Bedard muhabbat ka itna sa hai afsaana
Nazaron se mili nazaren main ho gayaa deewana
Ab dil ke bahlane ki tadbir nahin banti

Dam bhar ke liye meri duniya mein chale aao
Tarsi hui aankhon ko phir shaql dikhaa jaao
Mujhse to meri bigadi taqdir nahin banti

I think the above lines are very appropriate for the time being. They come close to where I am. A poem for every situation.
Stop looking at reflections. Look in the mirror.

Time

Na mohabbat , na dosti ke liye, waqt rukta nahin kisi ke liye,
Kal jawani ka hashr kya hoga, soch le aaj tu do ghadi ke liye

Time keeps flying and I just cant help being amazed at its speed.
The sem is about to end, capping off two years at AIT.
And as in the sher above one has to wonder- when will this ever end ? Maybe never!
Everything will pass and only memories greying with time will remain.
We are all so weak and mortal.
How many people will remember u and me
Thats the question.
Not many!
Think
Spend the moments you have better.

Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar
Chand ghadiyaan yahi hai jo aazaad hai
In ko kho kar abhii jaan-e-jaan
Umr bhar na tarasate raho

Live ur life better.
We are all prisoners of time to be freed only by death( no one can contradict me here I guess).
Dont have regrets for tomorrow!

Project Blank-Noise

This blog is in support of Project Blank Noise. (click to use the link)

Blank- that which is not allowed meaning, form or articulation. Noise- that which heightens, builds itself. Eve Teasing as the name suggests,is considered a joke, a prank.Eve Teasing is street sexual harassment. The project seeks to recognize eve teasing as a sexual crime and establish the issue as something that may be normal, but is unacceptable.(these lines have been taken from the group's blog site)

Please go to the blog and try to support it

Sexual harassment of women is a major problem in India and everywhere. But unlike the west our society shies away from recognizing it for what it is- a crime nothing more and certainly nothing less?
Women of all ages are sexually harrassed by perverts for only one reason- because they belive the women are weak and more importantly the fact that they can get away with it.
How many cases of harassment are reported in India? Though there are no figures are available I would say that the figure would be miniscule.
Because most times it is seen to be the ladies fault.

• She was out late.

  She was wearning inviting clothes.

  She was of a suspected character.

  etc etc

These are the things used to justify the unjustifiable.
Damms us doesnt it.
But the world must change.
And its we who must herald the change.
Let there be no justification of a sexual crime.
How about more severe punishments for crime against women?
Let rape be a punishable by death with a minimum sentence of 12 years in case of a conviction.
Let eve-teasing have more severe penalties especially if it is repeated
I dont think this a radical or extreme solution.
This is rather workable.
You could disagree with me on the ways to achieve the targets but you would agree that harrassment of girls and women ought to end.
There ought to be no place in our society for any such acts.
And no, the clothes a girl is wearing or where and at what time she is , should never matter.

A Win at Last

Though everyone would know by now yet let me inform everyone again that me and Varun won the Paper presentation at B.V.P. bagging 2nd prize.

Have had too many rejections.

Nothing more than a win to bring cheer to my gloomy life. The paper was on ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE AND IRRATIONAL BEHAVIOUR.

Also the same paper along with another on wearable computing co-authored with Sonali(the team leader) and Sakhee(the doubter) was selected for the AIT tech fest. In the presentation level I could not go on to the stage for some stupid reason but Sonali and Sakhee were absolutely wonderful especially for a paper which they themselves doubted. I still think we deserved to win. The idea of an IPU I insist is revolutionary.

Though I did not win for I must confess that I hate loosing , the presentation gave us the time to fine-tune our act. Maybe this was the critical factor. At BVP we also got along with everything a cool 4000 bucks.

MOVING ON

The sem vanishes in a wind and it all ends.

Have beautiful memories from this sem

Bunking CG and attending maths was a torture (Samajhne waale samajh gaye hain, jo na samjhe woh anari hain).

The fun in pestering people with sms's(I got addicted, am in rehab)

Free treats worth 50 bucks(at least a promise which I will try to ensure holds true)

Sleepless nights working on papers in which only I believed in.

Arguing like hell with Varun

AND MANY MANY MORE

THE BLUES! Am I a sufferer

THE GLOOMINESS

My life has suddenly turned bitter.

I wake up and find that my heart is empty. There is emptiness and desolation all around. I walk in the desert of life looking at every person around as if in a dream.
Is this the precursor of the blues? The darkness in me which turns everything grey, threatens to totally drown me.
Its hard to breathe and I wonder if I am clinically depressed.
But then life goes.
A lifeless sun rises and sets culminating a lifeless day. Day after day after day.
Will joy ever return to my life?
That’s the question I ask!
Maybe.. maybe not.
And I just manage to survive.
The times are tough and this is my life.

And people call me arrogant. Maybe I am too blind to see my own arrogance or they misrecognize. Whatever be it they cause me to think over my actions. And I blow holes in my own defence.

When can I find joy?

Will announce when I can feel happy again.

Bye

Holi At AIT

HAPPY HOLI Everyone
Holi celebrations in AIT have their own colour. Maybe its the fact that most of us are there in the hostels and holi is after all the festival of gaiety of fun, colour and lets not forget to mention it ---WATER.
Akshat Chand sir claims that he enjoyed the whole day( along with the fact that he had more than a 100 bucks of ice-cream TO TOP UP EVERY THING).
As for me having slept at about three ,being sadly in no mood to at all to get splashed in colours and with a room which shared my sentiments, Holi very nearly was a normal day.
Woke up at nine, remained confined to my room for some time watching the revelry from my window.
But then when I thought I was safe I ventured out only to get caught in 1-D. The whole flank floor was wet and I was dragged from the first room door to the bathroom door by a crowd of people I wont forget for a long long time. The colours on my Kurta Payjama bear witness to the holi.
Beyond everyone had whatever his preferrences in holi.
So how was your holi!
Share something.
Bye
ashraf

Blog

A blog is supposed to be updated daily.
But in my case, the blog has very rarely updated. So the moment my connection which expires today, is renewed, I promise I will start adding new posts as frequently as I can.
A true blog... Maybe..
Maybe not.
Too tight schedules.
Only time will tell

FLY AWAY
I had tried to be the norm,
But I had failed.
I have tried to be the exception
But I am not doing very well
For I am treapped in an image
An image of my own making
And now I am trying to fly free

I made that image
For I thought that was what i wanted
But I was off the mark
And I think I realized what I truly wanted
Just a few moments ago
Even though I had known it for quite some time
But the work of time does not vanish in an instant
And I am again being squeezed in that old mould
But I am not setting in it any more
Let me fly away

For I am not in the mood to be here
Let me fly away
For I am restrained where I am
Let me fly away
For it's hard to stay here
Let me fly away
For its torturous holding myself here
Let me fly away
For maybe if I leave now, I may be back tomorrow
Let me fly away
For maybe then I may become the exception
Yes,let me fly-fly away

BY- SYED ASHRAF HUSAIN

The need to rebel is as old as civilization itself. This poem written many years ago is an expression of that maybe atavistic need itself.
It is about the time when I wanted to rebel. Now of course I am at peace with myself having been there, seen it and also done it all.
Lookin back those times seem full of immaturity. But in retrospect even the urge to rebel is a great teacher
Enjoy it.

BYE -ASHRAF