StarShucks !

As i just sit by

using the free Wi-Fi

i happen to stumble

on a random rumble ( :P)

Starbucks

is bringing a high to billion lucks

The aroma of dark brewed beans

surely a connoisseur knows what this means

a whiff of chocolate in the air

here there every where

as coffee's largest chain

cozy and comfy thro hail, snow and rain

a nook in every US city

its a pity

i dont get royalty

for such publicity

but whom am i to complain?

it let me survive on exquisite coffee

and free net in bargain !

Comment OK Please !!

Okay, now if you haven't figured out from where the title comes...there you go. Actually...to be quite frank it came as a real revelation, a surprise for me too....

Anyways....now that you are done pondering and exclaiming over those three simple looking words...let me draw your attention to the topic i have at hand....

In the times of fb statuses, twitter updates and Buzz....blogging seems to be a thing of the past. Now, im still a newbie in the field of blogging and so will not take the been-there-done-that tone and dole out lamenting comments on the state of affairs. But really, with one being able to post thoughts, statuses, snippets, videos et al. in just a few clicks; in a matter of seconds- and be able to connect with a known/reliable audience, is surely more enticing than typing out figments of ones philosophy, thoughts on life etc into the world wide web and then also take efforts in drawing traffic to the blog.

Another aspect that sets apart the 2 forms of connecting is the feedback and comment system. Traditionally bloggers stay connected and get feedback and reader opinions through the comments for each blog or a new post on the readers own blog. While on the other hand inline comments, immediate notifications to all previous participants keeps the discussion alive and engrossing. Even though tools such as GoogleReader, RSS feeds and syndicates have simplified the blog discussion and made the updates much easier to follow for the reader by bringing the blog quite literally into the inbox, it doesnt quite much match up to the elegance of fb/ twitter and the lot.

But..hold on all you Twitter and fb buffs.....theres always a second side to everything...Blogging does have an edge and thats reach and readership. fb/twitter/buzz updates could be followed, discussed by only a bunch of people, though personally known to the 'poster'. A blog on the other hand is your very own personal space in the web, open to one and all(although a privacy protected registered readers blog exists as well). So a blogger stands to get readership and /or opinions from any prying eyes that care to wander over his page.This also enables one to engage in publicity strategies such as linking to other sites, signing up with traffic monitors and controllers like FeedJit, Digg, StumbleUpon etc, that inculcates a healthy entrepreneurial nature. ( Oh Gosh this sounds straight out of some B-school)

PS: So moral of the story: Comment OK Please ! ;)

Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears the Crown ? or does it?

'Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown'.

This is an age old adage that has been shown true time and again. In day to day activities too one might have subconsciously attested and or demonstrated this. Whether its the class monitor in school or the chairman/head of some local body or the President of a nation, each one wears their own symbolic crown and carry its burden. Now the term burden is relativistic. One may 'enjoy' all the perks/powers that indeed come with the crown and not display or hint at any of the associated burden. This case could imply two things. That the bearer is highly efficient and has dispensed off all his duties well or he is a smart little person who turns tables on all burdensome events and avoids facing them. Or on the other hand one may get literally /figuratively burdened down by the crown. This, in my opinion shows up immediately, and i feel is dangerous for all parties involved, however a very fast self correcting mechanism exists that definitely results in replacement of the bearer.

Now..now... there have been centuries worth of stories, real life incidents and personal memoirs on this topic. However my intention, dear reader , is to draw your attention to the Uneasy Head that doesn't wear the crown.

So having startled you,hopefully, and woken you up, not hopefully, from the monotonous rant above i present to you the uneasy, restless, burdened and troubled head of the uncrowned head.

To those; who wonder what i mean by head that doesn't wear the crown...i speak not of the vast majority, the public... but of each individual each human. There comes a time in every ones life when each moment is like a wait...a wait to being crowned. Crowned is not necessarily a public position...but i feel at an individual level signifies the personal goals or targets set both short term and long term. The uneasiness before a courtroom trial, restlessness for getting your first job, burden of the future, and troubled times before a crucial event happen to one and all. These manifest themselves in different ways such as changing sleep and food patterns, restlessness in day to day activities, loss of patience and lack of interest. The mind plays games....and the brain joins in too....and what happens next is what people call philosophy and/or psychology and/or emotional intelligence.

A cynic might say...uneasiness with or without the crown...so screw the crown! Yes, that too is a philosophy found in abundance on the banks of the Ganges and the tops of the Himalayas. But for the other vast majority... its part and parcel of routine life. Being in a similar state myself ...im sort of restless now...and need to do something else....

Enough is too much !

Enough is.....well .... Enough !

6....really, i counted, 6 out of 10 posts on the page (prior to this being posted) were poems. Isnt that like too much of crappyness and vaguery?

Even though i am pretty pleased that posts such as this one and this have garnered the maximum eyeballs and comments ( both have surpassed 4 comments which was the previous high), i feel that its time to move on to the more traditional or conventional from of blogging and post out figments of my imagination or images of life such as the ones on this classic site that have really inspired me.

Having decided to stay away from that form of writing for a while, ill now have to get used to the long form of writing entire sentences.

Well this one being the first ill try and keep it short, but motivation for this comes from the last post and the number of comments it got.

So here is an observation (well you may call it stating the obvious too ) ....that people like to read about and similarly hear about themselves or people whom they know...

Well well well....what could this be due to i wonder..... whether its good news, bad news or just some comic relief... people love to keep discussion about others alive and kicking...............

suddenly having not much patience to brood on this topic...or actually type things out...im off.....

By Public Demand...

tis a tale

born in lab gone stale,

a pleasant mix

a group of six...

let us begin

with whom no one's akin

the CRO,

character white as snow.

Always a 'song' in his mind

kindness and innocence combined...

then comes a fella

with control stellar

the uncanny style is

a hit with liz

and a cheek that he cant hide

righteousness personified

next in line

dances as on cloud nine,

frankness and a smile

he'el go with you the extra mile

and had he not told

tis tale would not unfold

then comes poor Imsong

who just got dragged along

and didnt have a clue

of what he helped us brew

later is a silence

tall as a fence.

folks say family

he just smiles coyly

and were it not for coffee

tis tale no one could tell yee...

last but not at all the least

comes a garlic naan feast

he only said jha

and laughed haha..

rebellious to the core

but never will he bore...

And now that the tales told

its for yee to unfold.....

for only the moon bluest

could collect all of the ******

(Dedicated to Randy, Andy,Paul,Ian,Sam and Tom only ! )

TP

Fortune favors the brave,
gambling leads one to the grave
and if ur wondering what im on about
be sure without a doubt
i have nothing more to rave

other than a silly limerick
that has done its little trick
to have spent you some time
while here i am trying words for rhyme

random chat...

Heres an interesting chat i had:

12:44 PM Frnd: somewhere in the tides of time ..... ?

12:45 PM lives ur love away in isolation

desolate at being alone ?

or somewhere in the tides of time .....

12:46 PM was ur innocence lost
...corrugated by the vagaries of the earthly ?

me: comes a chance for such a rhyme...