Rage Of Angels

'. . . Tell us of the secret hosts of evil, O Cimon. . .'
'Their names may not be spake aloud
lest they profane mortal lips,
for they come out of unholy darkness
and attacked the heavens,
but they were driven away by the rage of angels. . .'

-----from dialogues of Chios.

Schroedinger's Cat. . .

Had an adventure yest. rescuing a 2 day old cat, tried
to feed it, but guess it hadn't even learn't how to eat.
it was dirty and its mother had probably abandoned it.
Picked it up in my hands while a whole kid brigade
followed me shouting and yelling! the cat is still
alive today, but there is no sign of its mother. God
knows wat will happen to the poor little creature...

Cat2

Its mother is still not to be
found, and it was hiding under a bush, since all
morning and afternoon. My pity sense got activated
again, and I carried it home as my relatives watched
helplessly.


Have a look at its size. Sorry bout the image,
but sis moved the camera #%$@#$

I decided enough was enough, something had to be done,

and the first thing it needed was a wash. Since nobody
wud lend me their soap, I got a shampoo packet and
throughly cleaned it under the tap, toweled it, and let
it under the sun to dry.

Thats the makeshift towel inside which it is curled up right now.
Its tail kept jutting out though...

Blue eyes pleading for some food and warmth.
What is it trying to say?

The whole thing was sooo small, it fitted in my

palm, weighed just a few grams, and it was
shivering like wild when it was wet...

Problem 2 now was it couldnt eat, coz the previous day
I had offered milk, but it just coudnt eat. Guess
wat?? I got hold of a dropper and fed it milk drop by
drop holding it in my hands. God knows when was the
last time it ate. Didnt eat much though, I
had trouble holding its mouth open...LOL!


Being Force Fed. Was scared of the dropper I think...

Anyway the cat slept peacefully, curled on a piece of
cloth under the bush after this ordeal! I really hope
the mom comes back...

TITANIC

I wrote this a long time ago, when I watched the movie for the nth time.
Not much effort has been made to construct meaningful sentences, even straying beyond the rules of grammar occasionally but a beautiful piece nonetheless. (Pun intended) Have a look...

The Titanic is a Legend.

One of the greatest stories ever told.
One of the greatest movies ever made.

I've watched the movie over and over, and still, tears swell up in my eyes as I watch it again...

Here are some special heart rendering moments which I'll cherish forever.
They have all touched me in a special way.

If u've seen the movie recently u'll be able to relate to wat I am saying...

The savage fury of the water as it rips apart doors, chandeliers and people alike, without a concern or a second thought.

The Courage in the eyes of the bandmaster as he urges his men to play on, not ready to quit, not yet, not now, not this day...
They all start leaving as the the water starts lapping their heels, but the lead stays on, and nobody leaves in the end.

Another thing worth noticing were the people, and I mean all the normal people, just playing their part, having a blast on a luxury liner. But just take a look into their eyes that night, and you will know that what is happening is happening for real. It isn't being staged, the fear, the despair in their eyes is so real, you cant escape glimpsing the feelings that are crossing their minds.

Just look into the eyes of the father as he says to his son, go on child, there will be another boat for the daddy's, while knowing fully, that a watery grave is what awaits him. His eyes are screaming out the lie.

Oh! The eyes of the priest as he says, ". . . and God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, neither shall there any more pain . . ."
You dont need to be listening to wat he says, his eyes are enuf to tell you that all hope is lost.

Someone said that children are the best actors. Have a look into any child's eyes during that fateful night, and u will know that this is no party going on.

Then there are emotions which just cannot be put into words. The look in the eyes of the gentleman as he says to the sailor offering him a life jacket, "We’r dressed in our best, and prepared to go down with the rest."

That look wen he, sitting comfortably and waiting for the water to do its 'thing', listens to the wail of the people enuf to arouse the dead, of ppl being washed up by the water and delivered to his heels...

Some of the gentlemen, dressed in their coats, wearing hats and all, still show their curtsies every time they come across a woman, even though people all around then run about on some lost hope to survive.

Can u call it fear, what u see in the eyes of the people around u as they become sure of the inevitable approaching towards them, of death slowly but surely creeping up...

I remember this line from a school book chapter I had on the Titanic in class 11th,

"Heavens above, the sea below, eternity beyond..."

How the star spangled sky, the placid sea, the tranquil wind, and one of the largest ships ever built by man, become ingredients for one of the most terrible disasters the world has ever witnessed.

Anytime, anywhere people talk bout distress at sea, the Titanic is a story sure to come up.


It said 'A women's heart is a deep ocean of secrets . . . . . . . '


As jack hanging in the water, and freezed to his bones edges rose on, by saying, 'U r not going to do die like this, not here, not this night, not like this.'

Then the rescue boat as it calls out 'is there anybody alive out there………………..'
The voice echoes in the calm sea and also inside ur head.

The good part of the story is at last rose is united with Jack and all the rest, even though she may be more than 50 years late, everyone is there looking and wearing the same as they did on that fateful night.

By the way did u know the Titanic won 13 Oscars in its time, including Best Motion Picture? been rivaled only once in the entire history of mankind and Hollywood.

Don’t tell me this isn’t one of the greatest stories ever told. But, this wasn’t a story, rather a landmark in the history of mankind. . .

The Titanic was, is and will remain a Legend for the next hundred eons.

I fall in love with Rose every time, and go down with Jack every time I see the movie.

As for anyone who hasn’t seen the Titanic, hasn’t lived. . .

Her!

Something I wrote for a dear frnd a long while ago...

Her is as I will know u always...
not u nor she, but her.
Though I kind of like she, but even on my cell u will be her...always.

Wat shud I say bout this girl,
shud I say I know her, shud I say I dont...
its hardly been 4-5 months since I came in contact with her,
and ppl say sometimes it takes a lifetime to know someone completely.

But then ppl also say, that sometimes one encounter is enuf to know if she is the one!!!

She likes to think she is the one, the absolute, the chosen...
how shud I tell her that she is like everyone, maybe a bit rough on the edges!

She thinks whatever she wants to, and believes what she believes,
Shud I tell her that friends (like me) are to be listened to, sometimes...

She knows she is not Miss India,
Does she know, that its the insides that matters?

She really thinks someone would 'doctor' her photo and make her wear something awful.
shud I tell her who wud take the pains too!!!

She likes to think she has someone, rather holding on to someone,
Does he even know he is tagging her along?

Maybe she gets him, maybe she dosent,
I know but, whosoever she is with, wud be the happiest guy!

Will she be happy?
Ofcourse she will!
After all she is optimistic and as docile as a cow!

She speaks too fast, and I am sure some ppl don't like her,
But who said u have to be liked by one and all?

She talks dirty with me, bout things unimaginable!!!
She shudnt open this much up for everyone!

Now, she is the boss in her house, everybody listens to her.
Wen she gets married, she says she wud let her 'hubby' decide everything
from what she wears to where they go to eat.

Wen I ask how is she sooo 'Indian Nari', sooo simple,
she says most girls are like her,
maybe she doesn't know how rare she is...

She is weird, stupid, and totally dumb!
no explanations here, she really is all that and more!

She says she doesnt want to share me,
does she also know I wish the same...?

She thinks I may forget her,
and its true! I am forgetful after all!

She wants to share her problems with me all her life,
I think she knows its rather me sharing mine most of the time!

Does she trust me?
I don't know...
She doesn't like to talk bout 'him'
She doesn't tell me much until I ask,
Wen she is sad she says 'will tell u later'
but never really opens up...

She keeps saying, 'don't like to talk over the net'
and 'will tell u wen we meet'
sometimes I think they r excuses, what does she think?

I am an average guy, average background,
not a hunk, not too intelligent either,
mediocre in every respect.
why does she waste time with me?
Is it just because of me,
or she doesn't have anyone else to talk to?

Whatever it is, I don't care,
I shud also tell her, that
I havent chatted with anyone else
as much as I have with her...

She wrote a testi for me once,
and now wants me to write this!
I write this coz She is sad,
I bet by the time she reads the last line,
she wud be either crying or smiling!
Worth the pain my fingers took both ways!

Hope she returns the favour sometime soon!
and I dont want to hear that she is not good with words,
coz that cant be, she is soo good on the inside!

She wrote in my testi, that I need to be told wat to do,
and she hopes, she gives me, the right advice.
She just cannot know how right she is.

Big infy, lots of ppl, large cities, many frnds,
In the end, will she remember me is the question,
I hope she does,
coz yes, I am forgetful.

The End...
Poem/Article/Piece/Heart pour
composed by Abhishek
For her, the one and only.

-@bhishek.
Copyright protected. No rights to copy this and send to ur GF without her explicit permission!

What is it?

A very chaotic system, with commendable motor and vocal skills, but with little control over them. A system in its very initial learning stages, and thus vulnerable, designed to look innocent and cute.
Understands basic emotions like love, anger etc. but lacks the expertise to understand complex emotions. Training phase is long and will take years, but when developed, will become a fully autonomous system. The only thing common between the prototype and the expert system will be that both require a constant input signal that tells them they look good!

The humainoid robot? The latest companion computer, the next big invention?

Naah, a two and half year old girl I met on my roof today...

Reflections

A simple guy with pretty simple needs,
A pervert and an iconoclast,
Little lonely but friendly,
Reserved but dependable,
A little sense of humour and a bit mental.


U love talking with friends and having fun, I do too,
but who said being alone has to be boring...


U like music, follow the charts, I sometimes do.
but who said u cant listen to a particular no.
a hundred times and still want more...


U like animals, love to have pets. I like it too.
but who said u cant pick one up from the road...


U like to grow up, be a man, I would love it too,
but who said children cannot have all the Fun...


U like watching movies, I love'em too.
but who said u cant watch'em more than once...


U like computers, love to work on them, God! I do too.
but who said u cant fall in love with one...


U like girls, want to fall in love with one, GOSH! I want it too,
but who says u cant love them all!!!


and in case u r wondering, its still me I am talking bout
and I say all of above describe me in one way or another...

LET WHO SAY WHATEVER HE WANTS TO SAY...

This is not the way it is supposed to start is it?