I wrote this as an assignment in a course that I’m taking this term called “Software Project Management”. See no reason not to post it here as well. Bit of context would be good, I guess: The assignment was to write an epitaph, in first person, for a failed software (Read more...)

Time flows on. And I try to flow with it. The last post, I now observe, has been a January one… and it’ s been a while since that. Many events have come to pass, and more are yet to come; some that I can speak about, some that I (Read more...)

The silence that guards the tomb does not reveal God’s secret in the obscurity of the coffin, and the rustling of the branches whose roots suck the body’s elements do not tell the mysteries of the grave, by the agonized sighs of my heart announce to the living the drama which love, beauty, and death have performed. Kahlil Gibran

Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours. Ayn Rand

Modigilani-Miller rock. Period.

Long, long back (it does not matter when), I read this book by Arnold Bennett called How to Live on 24 Hours a Day. Some snippets: We go to the theatre and laugh; but between the acts it raises a skinny finger at us. We rush (Read more...)

I wrote this to a friend who was interested in programming computers. Silly, perahps, but heart-felt and honest. Getting proficient at programming computers is difficult. Getting really proficient at programming computers is doubly difficult. Getting really, really, really proficient at programming computers to the extent that you can author a (Read more...)

Why is my verse so barren of new pride, So far from variation or quick change? Why with the time do I not glance aside To new-found methods, and to compounds strange? Why write I still all one, ever the same, And keep invention in a noted weed, That every (Read more...)

Say hello to Vista, India’s largest B-school festival. Kicks off tomorrow.

Seems fitting, somehow… To be, or not to be–that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep– No more–and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. Shakespeare, monologue from Hamlet