Obsession with Babelfish continues...

Well , I had to unleash the repository of my ruminations onto the world and inundate thou terra-firma with thy musings... (thats the hangover of watching the of-late romeo and juliet...all-in-all encompassed with bad performances!)
here is another post translating the telugu lyrics of a rather haunting song (one of my favs), titled 'Seethalu' from the telugu movie "Donga Donga".


I am nothing without your existence
You are the breath of my life's sustenance

I might bite the dust with your parting
before that, let there be our meeting...

when you,the damsel of dusk found daisies to be picked
its not the flowers but my heart thats pricked
when the wedding saree in turmeric water is drenched
its the admirer's emotions that are trenched

you have left leaving,
your marks all over the hay farm..
the love promises laid over my arm..
the tears wrapped to the saree's dullness
the loved one's cosiness

throwing the flowery emotions in the seas,ignoring
and making me a wave in the rivulet of mouring

Living upto the spoken words make the women falter
they arent the words, but mere ephemeral writings on water

The colour on my finger isnt hazed even long after adorning your gaze
The smell of the perfume isnt fainted even long after pervading my face

The sparkling bangles havent still graced your hands
The turmeric wedding clothes worn, havent taken with them the pure yellow bands

when is the moment to gaze the wedding mark on your cheek
when is the moment to play on the bed of jasmines, at peak

when is the moment to cuddle the tip of your glance
when is the moment in the dark, we can dance

the lonely sparrow in the mango grove, singing out of tune
and waiting for the other half to make it immune

Living upto the spoke words make the women falter
they arent the words but mere ephemeral writings on water

Unison: babelfish@work...again!

Preface: Another gem of a song from one of the biggest movie factory in the world (read Telugu Movie Industry). Took the latitude to translate the telugu song with my own interpretation (or hallucination). You can listen to the song at:
http://www.raaga.com/channels/telugu/movie/A0000020.html with title " Kurisenu Virijalule". The lyricist is Mr. Rajasree unless I am mistaken.


the droplets of rain, showering in fusion

the glances of us, in unison

relationships,like a sweet downpour , caressing

and you,manifesting as the harbinger of our love-making

can I sleep in the arms of my love without a reason?

like the crystal drops of snow clinging onto the leaf, in the season

day and night harvesting the sensuous emotions

My love, should I pamper you without any rations?

You are the words in my rhyme

and you are my sacred hymn.

what is the story of the moving eyes, singing wishes and the of budding feelings?

what is the dream behind the thought's corners, recurrent passions and of the rambling ideas?

what is the sweetness of the golden rain showered from, beneath the veil of the luscious lips?

what is the comfort endured from the melting souls, ignited desires and of the eternal bliss?

the simmering froth of an attractive relation

the melodious after-effects of a song's dilation

of which...

the droplets of rain, showering in fusion

the glances of us, in unison

Requiem

The mid-noon sun is making (his) { ok, let me not be chauvnistic} its way through the perforated plastic curtains of the single window in my sight.
The portable fan is humming profusely under the demand of the speed button :1
The mobile phone charger is looking for its partner
And the ubiquitous entity in our lives, with its numb reflection (read screen), is staring at me: just by disagreeing through complying to whatever I am subjecting it (there, im no chauvnist_) to.

So what am I upto?

Here , far from the world I thought I once belong
Yet , couldnt live upto the thoughts culminating in a word
All I realize is, I am outoftune in this song
With the vivid frustration spelling out through every chord

Where are the musings of portraying a child behind a fluttering leaf, in a blink?
Where is the confusing algorithm for driving on either side of English Channel?
Where is the regret of dancing a whole number with the least sync?
And where are the reflections of euphemisms of anything (non)banal?

I was immersed in the transient obsessions
Not as serious as to destruct the yada-yada or soul
But just enough to drown me in the strings of compulsions
Finally, making me satiate in the boredom without a blog goal

Here , far from the world I thought I once belong
Yet , couldnt live upto the thoughts culminating in word
All I realize is I am outoftune in this song
With the vivid frustration spelling out through every chord

Its just a clean slate when I think of putting to words since I last wrote
Wonder at the quietude of my unreceptiveness
With every moment sinking in a mundane note
Culminating in a void of nothingness

Finally, I stared at the page in disbelief
with my amnesia taking the toll of my user-name/ password
I could ruminate the days I entered my creative dungeon in a reflexive relief
Now, I have an forgotten identity to bother apart from my non-blogging abode.

Perceptual maps, Growth/Share matrix and other things...

Greetings Earthlings

Guess its been quite often in my blogs by now.."Its been a long time. I just returned after cruising through the toll-free inter-spatial-galactic highway. I have been considerably dilated in time (dont know what this sentence means) and I found it a while to return to this position in front of this DELL computer, from the parallel universe where I was fishing.

That reminds me of a quote:" There seems to be a fine difference between fishing and standing cum staring at the shore like an idiot."

So whats up?

Came to know that a blue-berry muffin than a donut tastes better with a hotcup of tea.Take the result for granted.The sample used is extravagant.

Also, learnt a lot about Marketing during the past week. In fact, overwhelmed with info. From Businessman of the century: Henry Ford to the failure of Xerox to capitalize on market Segmentation...really learnt some stuff.

Moral: really tough to stay awake for 90 min. even when youhave never-tasted-really-good desserts waiting for you outside the conference hall. really tough to stay awake!and the stuff below is interesting. veracity upto ur discretion.

Do you know that, Xerox houses 14 floors filled with attorneys just to protect its patents?

Do you know that Dow Corning is the company behind silicon breast implants and the rest is history.

Condy Rice was part of Stanford B school before politics beckoned her and that she used to play Piano for 3 hours on sunday ( reliable neighbour report)

Kodak paid 1 billion hard cash to Polariod cauz of a tiny bit of patent infringement! How tiny is it , is a matter of perception.

How much perceptions play in marketing a product?Imagine an sugary aspirin or a sweet cough syrup! we would never buy it ! would we? well, medicine has to taste bitter! otherwise its child's stuff...precisely!

Which one would you prefer?hotel charging 240€/day or 10€/hour???

The maximum amount expended by Mont Blanc is to find the right sound for the click of the pen's cap!yeah, thats the reason you pay that extra 200€ for!

Amen

an enlightened soul.

Over and Out.

your neighbourhood friendly reporter says...
The information veracity is upto your discretion and I dont endorse any (info , not discretion!)

There is this French Minister who is apparently in and out w.r.t. accomodation.Fathering eight children , our protogonist moved into this plush 14,000€-a-month publicly-funded apartment.
Ironically, The Minister oversees France's stretched public finances . And the apartment news broke just a week after he presented measures destined to make rents more affordable. That is what you call timing

I think today I felt a little less insecure in waving around my id card in my workplace. I always feel like a vaccine-info-tagged cat , while wearing a badge.
So the reason for this lack of insecurity is that even the Eiffel Tower has an id-card

Talking of Eiffel, an interesting perspective is that it is a giant phallus shaped structure implanted at heart of Paris.(heart is on the left side right?) Now, people find this structure romantic!?#? and that there is this school of thought about art:
Artists often portray their insecurities and fantasies in thier works. Hence Mr. Eiffel might have had impotency problems.So said one thought'full' soul to this reporter.

Pregnancy and French jobs seem like a romantic couple.You can take maternity, parental leave for a kid for 3 years(w.r.t ONE kid) securing your job and in case you are priviledged to have 3 children then you can accumulate years that would add to your retirement benifits. Now, what is the policy in China: "One or none" Isnt it?
And i know you are thinking about the wife of that French Finance minister with 8 kids and their retirement benifits. Now, stop it!

Still Observations.

When it trickles snow , apart from the aesthetics, its constant downpour over'shadows' (irony!) all the dynamism of the world in and around you. Thus they say life comes to a stand-still when it snows.And yes, thats what Im experiencing now!

Just met a person who hates snow as much as he hates the 2nd standard teacher who made him mug up multiplication tables.His take is that he is particularly irritated by the tiny-winy droplets which take their own sweet time in hitting the ground and that why on(in) earth they cant fall once for all and fast.And yes, he doesnt approve of life and stand-still theory.

In case you find yourself deep in the mechanical maze of life, slowly slipping yourself in the objective of mundane, try this. select a pollution free place where its trickling snow. Open your mouth like a dog with your sense of taste out. Close your eyes and experience the way the droplets vanish within you.Congratulations, you are human again!

My collegue wants to quit his job. Another one just did. They commute for 150 km a day (to-fro)for the place of work. 10 km (to-fro) for public transport to be able to commute that 150km.Do your crunching and they just travel around 39000 km just for the work. Irony is that they HAVE to actually travel during their vacations. They hence want to give up the job and modify their resume strength as their 'drive to go after their destination' and that of their eligibility of a world traveller.

And how would you feel chipping in 4 euro in the 30-min slot m/c for the squash court and finding that your racquet is broken just after 2.6 minutes of pre-warm-up.Yeah, banging the slot m/c takes you no where. What did your Casino experience teach you?

Drinking a cup of tea mistaking it for coffee, actually makes the tea taste different. How can one mistake tea for coffee? I just told you that a person just did, didnt I?

As seen in one Statement of Purpose for M.S. : "In my childhood, I saw myself in the mirror and decided that Optics is the field I want to pursue."

I just want to meet the person on what he 'reflects' on this sentence.

'Ten'der post

Ten reasons why this blog will pass into obscurity:
Readers are obliged to add more reasons to make it an increasingly-inaccuratedly-counted ten reason list.

1. Goddamn it, there wasnt an iota of a letter written or the trace of your thoughts relieved,(read: revealed) even on the mother of all days:Valentine's Day.

2. The same applies to the void of blogging even on other important days:
New Year's Day, Christmas Day, Neighbour's Cat grooming remembrance day, 20 years since I got my first pair of ... day etc.

3. Variations of the word: Rambling, Random, Confusion, cebebrations are omnipresent in a carefully careless way.This would classify one as cold not cool or kewl. Legend has it that these words are confusedly rambling around in random in cyvberspace to the extent of becoming redundant.

4. The fingers refuse to type the mundane , boring, profoundly uncreative blog address.Big Deal, what on earth if you are the last url.I would rather 'trace' back

5. The abrasive arrogance in catogorizing the blog as humorous posts! For the tail of Holy Cow's Sake, show me one sentence for instance, which abides!

6. What is it that the blog offers in my expended 2-3 minutes that I couldn get anywhere else ?I want peace of mind not a 'piece' of your mind!

7.Even though Telugu is posed to be an International language, one in 12 ppl in bay area espeak telugu it seems, no efforts were taken to promote the cause apart from giving some broken translations of forgotten boy-meet-girl songs

8. The Blog maturity addresss calculated as a function of coherent content in the blog, chronological consistence of words, length of blog and the blog itself.....is too disgraceful to calculate!

9. and as u can read, check the above longwinded sentence. crispness is lacking which goes onto
prove that articulation of thoughts is less or combining words to sentences in effective manner isnon existent or there is no depth in thinking or there is an absence of thinking itself.

10. Giving 9 concrete reasons is a reason in itself to be qualified as a reason.