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-K
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
One of my Dad's pictures... The artistic gene skipped me for some reason... :)
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Kodak Moment
Got my first Photo Byline... Though I still think this to not be my finest picture, people do ;)
Woohoo :)
K
Woohoo :)
K
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Of D-SLRs and P&Ss
It is no secret that I am dying to buy a DSLR. (Nikon D90 DSLR with 18-105mm AF-S DX VR Nikkor Lens + Nikon 70-300mm Lens.... sigh.... )Well, today I got a mail from Schmap.com, a free digital travel publisher for global destinations (Ref: Wiki) They liked one of my pics (pictured here), and would like to consider its inclusion in the next Schmap edition for SFO ..
Yippee :)
So even though i will fulfil my dreams of a DSLR, my A-540 stays with me.
Photo Details:
| Camera: | Canon Powershot A-540 |
| Exposure: | 0.017 sec (1/60) |
| Aperture: | f/2.6 |
| Focal Length: | 5.8 mm |
| Flash: | Off, Red-eye reduction |
| ISO Speed: | 233 |
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Root Three
Since today is Square root day, posting a very sweet video dealing with square roots..
adios
KN
adios
KN
Monday, February 16, 2009
Chin up!
Read 'Papillon' middle of last year, though did not get around to penning it down.
It details the story of Henri Charriere, a French citizen who was wrongfully convicted of murder in the 14 years he spent at a 'bagne' (French prison colony) in French Guinea. In it he talks about the numerous attempts that he made to attain freedom, and the trials and tribulations he faced. Papillon (French word for butterfly) is Henri's nickname, derived from the butterfly tattoo he had on his chest.
From the outset of his imprisonment, he set tried to escape, convinced as he was of his innocence. During the 14 years narration he talks about various different stages of captivity. He talks of his escapes vividly, allowing us to imagine the entire setting. He talks of his emotions after seeing a gun pointed at him, after a failed attempt; as well as his attempts to keep him up and cheerful during long periods of solitary confinement awarded for his numerous antics at escape. During the period he made a lot of friends, some who stuck with him through thick and thin
The book puts forth a face of indomitable courage and belief that the future will hold a better light, provided people act to seek a solution. "Chin up" is the term that they used, and it literally means, 'Chin up' i.e. 'Don't be dejected, things will pick up'
PS: It is not a true autobiography. It is now considered as a narrative novel, combining the experiences of Charriere and his fellow inmates. However, this revelation will still find it difficult to reduce any excitement of reading the book. A must read for everyone.
It details the story of Henri Charriere, a French citizen who was wrongfully convicted of murder in the 14 years he spent at a 'bagne' (French prison colony) in French Guinea. In it he talks about the numerous attempts that he made to attain freedom, and the trials and tribulations he faced. Papillon (French word for butterfly) is Henri's nickname, derived from the butterfly tattoo he had on his chest.
From the outset of his imprisonment, he set tried to escape, convinced as he was of his innocence. During the 14 years narration he talks about various different stages of captivity. He talks of his escapes vividly, allowing us to imagine the entire setting. He talks of his emotions after seeing a gun pointed at him, after a failed attempt; as well as his attempts to keep him up and cheerful during long periods of solitary confinement awarded for his numerous antics at escape. During the period he made a lot of friends, some who stuck with him through thick and thin
The book puts forth a face of indomitable courage and belief that the future will hold a better light, provided people act to seek a solution. "Chin up" is the term that they used, and it literally means, 'Chin up' i.e. 'Don't be dejected, things will pick up'
PS: It is not a true autobiography. It is now considered as a narrative novel, combining the experiences of Charriere and his fellow inmates. However, this revelation will still find it difficult to reduce any excitement of reading the book. A must read for everyone.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Nice poem
A Psychological Tip
Whenever you're called on to make up your mind,
and you're hampered by not having any,
the best way to solve the dilemma, you'll find,
is simply by spinning a penny.
No - not so that chance shall decide the affair
while you're passively standing there moping;
but the moment the penny is up in the air,
you suddenly know what you're hoping
-- Piet Hein
Thursday, May 15, 2008
A saying
Was telling this to a friend, thought of putting it up as a self reminder... You need to work for everything and wait till it bears fruit...
"वक्त से पहले और औकाद से ज्यादा किसी को कुछ नही मिलता |"
-Yours truly (mostly, never heard it from anyone ;)
"वक्त से पहले और औकाद से ज्यादा किसी को कुछ नही मिलता |"
-Yours truly (mostly, never heard it from anyone ;)
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Pak plays
There was this article about a Afghan-NATO incursion into Pakistani territory for pursuing Taliban militants.
Pakistan declared that any such incursions shall be considered as an invasion.. Nice, so we can wait for the next such incursion to have a NATO-Pakistan war..
;)
KN
Pakistan declared that any such incursions shall be considered as an invasion.. Nice, so we can wait for the next such incursion to have a NATO-Pakistan war..
;)
KN
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
My prayer
The opening two lines of this poem were a friends status message one GTalk.. Compelled me to read the poem once again....
वेग्ल्याच पातळी ची कविता आहे... कुठेतरी फार आत रुतून जाते....
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. ... :)
KN
---
Where The Mind is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
वेग्ल्याच पातळी ची कविता आहे... कुठेतरी फार आत रुतून जाते....
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake. ... :)
......
Posting the poem below..KN
---
Where The Mind is Without Fear
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.
Give Me Strength
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor
or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
-- Rabindranath Tagore
(From Geetanjali, 1910)
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Cogito and conspicio
Rene Descartes was sitting in a bar once. A waitress asked him whether he would like to have a beer. Descartes replied, "I think not," and disappeared.
:)
KN
:)
KN
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Ek Katha
It was a dark wet evening in November. He had been waiting at the bus-stop for the better half of an hour, getting irritated by the minute. He had spent an extra hour clearing up the mess his boss had created. He cursed some, but quietened down, as the bus pulled up.
The driver greeted him with a wide smile and tried to indulge him in some small talk while he rummaged for some change. He took some time to find the last 1-dollar bill that he needed to complete the fare. Just as he was about to feed all of it in the machine, the driver said, "You don't need to buy a ticket, just give me the money."
It took him a moment to understand the driver's intentions. He blew his top.He launched into a tirade about ethics. He reiterated the fact that this was honestly earned money, and that it was immoral people like the driver that led to all of the problems in the society. He ranted about how he has to bear with all of this and more at his office, and took a seat still muttering. The driver gave a weak smile through all of it, but said nothing in his defense.
The driver's daughter had to make-do with a slice of bread that night.
-KN
PS: "Ek Katha" means "A story"
PPS: This story is a figment of my imagination, though I am pretty sure this will definitely have occurred in some form somewhere. It's an attempt to look at a socially frowned-upon action a different light.
The driver greeted him with a wide smile and tried to indulge him in some small talk while he rummaged for some change. He took some time to find the last 1-dollar bill that he needed to complete the fare. Just as he was about to feed all of it in the machine, the driver said, "You don't need to buy a ticket, just give me the money."
It took him a moment to understand the driver's intentions. He blew his top.He launched into a tirade about ethics. He reiterated the fact that this was honestly earned money, and that it was immoral people like the driver that led to all of the problems in the society. He ranted about how he has to bear with all of this and more at his office, and took a seat still muttering. The driver gave a weak smile through all of it, but said nothing in his defense.
The driver's daughter had to make-do with a slice of bread that night.
-KN
PS: "Ek Katha" means "A story"
PPS: This story is a figment of my imagination, though I am pretty sure this will definitely have occurred in some form somewhere. It's an attempt to look at a socially frowned-upon action a different light.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Ek shaam ki dehleej par...
One of my friends had dropped by in LA, and we had a nice time, nice
being an understatement.Had one of those lucky days, where we said
nothing and talked a lot, after a long time.
being an understatement.Had one of those lucky days, where we said
nothing and talked a lot, after a long time.
The most apt song is one thats been sung by Jagjit and Chitra Singh -
'Socha nahi achcha bura'
the relevant lines being,
Ek sshaam ki dehleej par,
baithe rahe vo der tak.
Aankhon se kii baatein bahut,
munh se kahan kuch bhi nahi.
Saying bye was bad, but we will meet again soon, so 'happy happy joy
joy for now :)
KN
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Gat ashi ki
Inadvertently the song most played these days on my mp3 player.. Don't like to hear it often because it makes it difficult to concentrate, for sometime... Makes me think and hope a lot.. Just posting the lyrics from http://www.indianguitartabs.com/showthread.php?p=224055 Will post the meaning soon, need to verify a few points
Ne majasi ne parat matrubhumila,
sagara praan talamalala.... ||dhru||
Bhumatechya charantala tuj dhuta
mee nitya pahila hota||
maj vadalasi anya deshi chal jau
srushtichi vividhata pahu||
taii jananihrid virahshankitahi jhale
pari tuvaa vachan teej didhale||
margadnya swaye meech prushthi vaaheen
twarit ya parat aanin||
vishwasalo ya tav vachani || mee
jagadanubhavyoge banuni || mee
tav adhik shakt uddharani || mee
yein tware, kathuni sodile tijala
sagara, praan talmalala ||1||
shuk panjari vaa harin shirava paashee
hi fasgat jhali taishi||
bhuvirah kasa satat sahu ya pudhati
dash-disha tamomay hoti||
gunsumane mee vechiyalee ya bhave
ki tine sugandha ghyave||
jari uddharani, vyay na tichya ho sacha
ha vyarth bhaar vidyecha||
tee aamravruksha vatsalata|| re
navkusumyuta tya sulata|| re
to baal gulabahi aata|| re
fulbaag mala hai parakha jhala
sagara praan talmalala||2||
nabhi nakshatre bahut ek pari pyara
maj bharatbhumicha taara||
praasad ithe bhavya pari maj bhari
aaichi jhopadi pyari||
tijveen nako rajya, maj pry saacha
vanvaas ticha jari vanicha
bhulavine vyarth he aata| re
bahu jivlag gamate chitta| re
tuj saritpate, jee sarita| re
tadvirahachi shapath ghalito tujala
sagara...||3||
ya fenmishe hasasi nirdaya kaisa
kaa vachan bhangisi aisa
twatswamitwa samprat jee miravite
bhiuni kaa aanglabhumita
mam matela abal mhanuni fasavisi
maj vivasnate deshi
tari aanglbhumee bhaybhita| re
abala na majhi hee mata| re
kathil he agastis aata| re
jo aachmani ek kshani tuj pyala
sagara...||4||
Ne majasi ne parat matrubhumila,
sagara praan talamalala.... ||dhru||
Bhumatechya charantala tuj dhuta
mee nitya pahila hota||
maj vadalasi anya deshi chal jau
srushtichi vividhata pahu||
taii jananihrid virahshankitahi jhale
pari tuvaa vachan teej didhale||
margadnya swaye meech prushthi vaaheen
twarit ya parat aanin||
vishwasalo ya tav vachani || mee
jagadanubhavyoge banuni || mee
tav adhik shakt uddharani || mee
yein tware, kathuni sodile tijala
sagara, praan talmalala ||1||
shuk panjari vaa harin shirava paashee
hi fasgat jhali taishi||
bhuvirah kasa satat sahu ya pudhati
dash-disha tamomay hoti||
gunsumane mee vechiyalee ya bhave
ki tine sugandha ghyave||
jari uddharani, vyay na tichya ho sacha
ha vyarth bhaar vidyecha||
tee aamravruksha vatsalata|| re
navkusumyuta tya sulata|| re
to baal gulabahi aata|| re
fulbaag mala hai parakha jhala
sagara praan talmalala||2||
nabhi nakshatre bahut ek pari pyara
maj bharatbhumicha taara||
praasad ithe bhavya pari maj bhari
aaichi jhopadi pyari||
tijveen nako rajya, maj pry saacha
vanvaas ticha jari vanicha
bhulavine vyarth he aata| re
bahu jivlag gamate chitta| re
tuj saritpate, jee sarita| re
tadvirahachi shapath ghalito tujala
sagara...||3||
ya fenmishe hasasi nirdaya kaisa
kaa vachan bhangisi aisa
twatswamitwa samprat jee miravite
bhiuni kaa aanglabhumita
mam matela abal mhanuni fasavisi
maj vivasnate deshi
tari aanglbhumee bhaybhita| re
abala na majhi hee mata| re
kathil he agastis aata| re
jo aachmani ek kshani tuj pyala
sagara...||4||
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Appreciation
These days I find myself appreciating poetry/ lyrics (especially Marathi n Hindi) much more than I did before.. Unknown 'facet' opening up... Nice!!
Diversifying,
KN
Diversifying,
KN
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Saturdays :)
The alarm broke my sleep on the Saturday morn. Though I continued sleeping, (it being a Sat), my "hyperactive" brain started thinking stuff...
And one concept made me really happy and had me grinning like mad in my sleep..
The fact that it was Saturday, a day that I could utilise to do all that I want, read all the books, and talk all that I want... :) and in case, I dint do these things to my minds fullest, I still had one mire day to do it :D
The entire thot made me get up and look around in a stupid, happy looking grin :D
I did utilise it to some extent, .... read, chatted,called, and exercised...
Vive la Saturday... or whatever... ;)
KN
And one concept made me really happy and had me grinning like mad in my sleep..
The fact that it was Saturday, a day that I could utilise to do all that I want, read all the books, and talk all that I want... :) and in case, I dint do these things to my minds fullest, I still had one mire day to do it :D
The entire thot made me get up and look around in a stupid, happy looking grin :D
I did utilise it to some extent, .... read, chatted,called, and exercised...
Vive la Saturday... or whatever... ;)
KN
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Goals...
You have built castles in the air.... Now start to building a foundation underneath it.... Build it with the sweat of your brow and the swing of the hammer... Keep on building till you have completed the spire... Now is the time when you wont see the effect of your actions.... cos results follow an exponential graph.... they change very slowly at the start... and its difficult to determine whether they are heading up or down... but once they pick up speed, the predetermined direction cant be reversed...
Tis time .. tis time to start... tis time to drop ur head down and put ur shoulder to the wheel... cos its a new dawn.. and a new start.... whether you make it count is what shall determine whether there shall be another dawn or not.......
KN
Tis time .. tis time to start... tis time to drop ur head down and put ur shoulder to the wheel... cos its a new dawn.. and a new start.... whether you make it count is what shall determine whether there shall be another dawn or not.......
KN
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Maturity
Whenever I look back in time, I realize I was immature and not-so-wise some time back..... And that realization is always correct
:-D
KN
:-D
KN
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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