December 2006 – Page 2 – My Turing Machine

Ajax for Web 2.0 !

December 21, 2006 by prempiyush

Another turning point in web standards being followed by the leaders.

Further development in HTML standards is ceased and currently CSS and XHTML make an ideal couple to look sites great. Though actual standards are to be defined, AJAX brought the next milestone for content presentation. I think, these may be the efforts to get the web 2.0 being defined.

Read “Google replaces SOAP API with AJAX” here.

Caught !!

December 21, 2006 by prempiyush

How did one feel, when parents catch the young children reading comics in the study hours ? How did one feel, while plucking a yellow chrysanthemum from someone’s garden and owner shouts behind the window ?

Now how does one feel when someone is working late hours on an important project, and senior boss observed the proceedings standing behind silently.

The walls have eyes, of course 🙂

ISKCON Bangalore – 3 : Vatsalya Festival

December 20, 2006 by prempiyush

ISKCON Vatsalya - Culture Contest for Women - 22nd to 25th Dec 2006

As considerable number of ‘ISKCON Bangalore’ search results comes to this blog, so it may turn useful to say about our festivals celebrated there.

The International Society for Krishna Consciousness supports the preservation and promotion of the Vedic culture. ISKCON Bangalore celebrates Vatsalya, a talent search cultural contest for women, to encourage their understanding of the rich Indian culture. It’s a wonderful platform for them to come together and exhibit their talents. A fest of this kind will indeed be a memorable experience for all.

Please find the details here :
www.iskconbangalore.org/vatsalya

Hare Krishna.

नन्हीं – नन्हीं भावनाएँ

December 19, 2006 by prempiyush

नन्हीं – नन्हीं भावनाएँ,
सच कहूँ – मेरी कविता सी ,
मेरे सामने के रास्ते में,
निकल पड़ती है, यूँ ही ।

बिना जाने वो नन्हीं,
निकल पड़ती है,
उस धुप में खेलती,
फिर गिर पड़ती है ।

देख गिरी मेरी नन्हीं,
समझाता हूँ – न जाना ।
खुब रोकर सो पड़ती है,
मेरे कंधो पर बेचारी ।

कितनी ही बार न ,
उससे गलती होती ,
फिर भी सीधी सी,
बस यूँ ही निकल जाती ।

अब भार सी हो गयी,
मेरे इन कंधों पर,
ये नन्हीं, मेरी छोटी सी।
परन्तु किसे दे दूँ ?

शायद यही मेरी नियती है,
यह नन्हीं मेरी प्यारी सी।
बिछुड़ना नहीं चाहती,
कहती है – यहीं रहूँगी ।

जीवन का एक पल

December 18, 2006 by prempiyush

मैनें बस कही, मेरे मन की,
बिना किसी विशेषण के,
बिना किसी सर्वनाम के ।

बस कुछ घंटे, इस पल के,
बस देखते-देखते बीत जाते,
जीया मैनें, पहली बार,
बिलकुल हँसकर, गाकर ।
बस सच्ची रंगो की भरी,
छेड़ते रंगोली की पिचकारी ।

जीवन की गति, किलोलें करती,
कभी मंद, कभी तीव्र गाती ।
उन सप्तकों पर तैरना
मैं सीख गया ।
हिलोरें लेना सीख गया,
मध्यम धाराओं में ।

दिख गया, आदीशक्ति की कला,
कितनी सुंदर है न उसकी,
समय की धारा,
बस यूँ ही बहता रहूँ ।
हँसता रहूँ, गाता रहूँ ।

हाँ, मैं खुश हूँ, मेरी हार से,
हार गया मेरा ” मैं ” ।
हाँ, मैं खुश हूँ, मेरी जीत से ।
कि मैनें जीता है एक पल ।

Past to Present – 1

December 17, 2006 by prempiyush

Beloved Punished Child

Dear readers, May not till now I am able to feel how my Ma is ! Today even if I can’t give a touchy massage to her tired feet before sleep, I shall be trying to recollect some episodes from her life through my pen. Each episode may not be the exactly same, but they are collective recalls.

It was a May month’s hot Saturday afternoon. We didn’t go to school because the sun was too strong in those days. I, Didi and Bon ( Pinky) were playing outside house in the soil. Deep may be just a little kid that time. While playing we must be conscious that, we were told to finish bath early and complete the tasks given to each of us before Ma comes from school!

Ma came by 1:30 PM. But while coming in the house, I could see that her face was hot because of sun rays. But she looked more serious that time. In play, we didn’t have the consciousness of half of day already passed ! We were surprised to see Ma coming. None of us did take even bath till that time. So we ran towards bathroom – blaming each other. We thought we will escape the situation. But as expected, she was asking the reasons of not completing bath from each of us and she was searching for some thing. She got it for our bad luck – a thin but strong stick. Starting from me to Didi and Pinky just started the beatings on legs. We were crying in chorus. “We wouldn’t do wrong”… “We shall take bath” and such things we were promising.

After she did enough of her emotional outburst to her satisfaction, she fell down on bed and started crying aloud herself more than we all together cried. Hairs dispersed and her school bag lying on bed aside and cloths unarranged. Uninterrupted was the source of energy crying helplessly. The pillow on bed was full of tears.

Seeing her repenting, we forgot the lines of sticks on our legs. As there was no elder at home at the time, no one could console her too. We were standing near to bed. After she stopped sobering, Didi gathered courage to call her. Though with fear, she called slowly – “Ma…Ma….”. After few minutes she moved and got up taking her anchal on her shoulders.

We were taking the bath silently like most disciplined children on earth and she was preparing the lunch for us. Leading a role of single working mother (Baba’s postings had been mostly outside town) with dedication towards profession, climbing own career stairs, expectations from children and need of house going in perfection ! She has been not just a she or I can say another perfect she, struggling hard to build the generation. Obviously there may be more reasons for her such emotional outbreak, but the primary reason was she didn’t expect us to be playing in soil till that time.

Its worth to reveal here that, afterwards I did hide the stick in our cowshed 🙂 .

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Though this is not an analogy in anyway, but now when I see something goes unexpected with me, I want to punish my children creations ‘with words’. As these children don’t have life like us (just words made of pixels), I thought to delete them few a times, but they remained intact to me as a beloved punished child seeing them grow for ‘someday’.

— कैसी हैं अँखियाँ रे तेरी —

December 16, 2006 by prempiyush

I wrote this poem last year , just imagining my completely unknown beloved who must be studying or doing a job at some place at that moment. Ma got sentimental after reading it, looking into my aankhein. This was also published in Hindi blogger’s web magazine http://nirantar.org .

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कैसी हैं अँखियाँ रे तेरी,
काली, नीली या भूरी रे ।

पहाङी, देशी या हिरणी सी,
स्नेह लबालब वे अँखियाँ रे ।

सीपियों बीच मोतियाँ जैसे,
इठलाती हुई पुतलियाँ रे ।

सुख के सपने बसाये हूए,
आसुँ न कोई उनमें भरना रे ।

विपदा अगर कोई आन पङे तो,
तुम ह्रदय की आँखें खोलना रे ।

बचाने के लिए बुरीं नजरें फिर,
नजरों में काजल तुम लगाना रे ।

हँसती अँखियाँ तुम खुब सबेरे,
प्यार की किरण छितराना रे ।

दीवारों की भी अँखियाँ होती,
तुम सोच-समझकर चलना रे ।

मुझसे अगर कोई भुल हो जाए,
आँखों की ही भाषा कहना रे ।

आँखे अगर थकीं होतीं हो तेरी,
वो फिर मुझको दे जाना रे ।

निंदियाँ रानी की प्यारी आँखे,
बंद करके तुम फिर सो जाना रे ।

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Loved a woman !

December 16, 2006 by prempiyush

Dear Friend,

Have you really really really ever loved a woman. Dear, set her free to fly across to the blue sky .

If she really really really come backs to you, she will be flying in your songs, when tired sleeping in your arms forever.

Just your,
Love.

A silent sleep

December 15, 2006 by prempiyush

Just wanna sleep for sometime,
Without drinks and smokes.
I know that helps to many,
Helping to fly for moments,
To forget the selfish failures.
And they can’t help forever.

I will sleep with my songs,
I will wake up with my songs,
I will live my songs, to carry,
the pains and the laughs forever.
Beyond life and death,
Vibrations will echo the brains.

I will sleep with the satisfaction,
I am fortunate enough than others,
Who got more pains than me,
Whose dream castle melted in soil,
And my Friend, who lost his father .
I am better than all those slum kids.

I know its difficult to sleep now,
I shall close the eyes, just for a sleep,
I wouldn’t ask for selfish dreams.
I shall pray to Him, folding my hands,
Give the best, what she deserves,
Give the best, what I deserve.

Dreamer

December 14, 2006 by prempiyush

Thousand dreams, when,
take wings, willing to fly.
When life seems to be,
Only one chance to live.

To fill the vacancy unknown,
To realise the sweet dreams.
The mind seems to be restless,
Looking back into potentials,
Unexplored and to be invented.

There lies the path ahead,
Across the walls.
Tiny threads of hopes tied,
To make the strong rope,
And throw it across the walls.

Climbing the verticals,
Looking the height,
Ignorant of depth.
The rope of hopes,
Hold so tight,
Unless it breaks with life .

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