tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4933712584529134282024-02-20T18:40:57.117-08:00Psychic StrandsFew of the myriad strands from my thought process.Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-85787914742083029692010-11-23T11:34:00.000-08:002010-11-23T20:10:00.236-08:00May have (not)......I may have not sent any msgs,<br />I may have not picked your calls.<br /><br />I may have not made your day bright,<br />I may have not treated you right.<br /><br />I may have not been there for you,<br />I may have not cared for you.<br /><br />I may have not dared for you, <br />I may have not dreamed of you.<br /><br />I may have not cried in your sorrow,<br />I may have not tried to change things better.<br /><br />I may have not done nothing for you,<br />I have been nothing without you.<br /><br />I may have not given you your respect,<br />All I have with me is a little love spared for you forever in me.<br />I may have all the visions in me (Vishn) <br />but I am incomplete without u. (Vishnu)<br /><br />Sorry... Forgive me..Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-41980943267472302632009-11-16T08:32:00.000-08:002009-11-16T08:35:27.367-08:00Lord Ganesha..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSFFrBf4N38/SwF_OwvSvuI/AAAAAAAABH4/yy9dXnwoR1k/s1600/Ganesha+sketch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xSFFrBf4N38/SwF_OwvSvuI/AAAAAAAABH4/yy9dXnwoR1k/s320/Ganesha+sketch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740919399464674" /></a>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-20445712242204852932009-11-12T08:45:00.001-08:002009-11-13T09:27:59.727-08:00An Eye of Beauty is a Joy forever....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSFFrBf4N38/Sv2XA3vvOCI/AAAAAAAABHk/fgGdKpXn5pI/s1600-h/Eye.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xSFFrBf4N38/Sv2XA3vvOCI/AAAAAAAABHk/fgGdKpXn5pI/s320/Eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403641169134434338" /></a>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-48289333969742520932009-11-11T13:43:00.000-08:002009-11-11T13:43:55.627-08:00Work - Life: The vanishing subtle Life's "Rose Line"<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Every morning the sun ray shines with the same vigor that it had been shining for all these millions of years. The birds chirp on the early glimpse of light and start catching their prey and sing duets all along the time playing with its fellow mates, sometimes fight. The work of nature has been the same every day except for the humans. </span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Its been a very long time since I have seen these acts of nature in vivid color and splendid. With the work becoming more important to one's livelihood since the advent of the "Dark Times" (read as RECESSION). The work time has slowly encroached the personal time and extended to very late wee hours in the early morning, working almost like a machine on projects that have such unimaginable time-frames to complete. Long gone are the days where I used to watch TV for leisure and read books for relaxation, watching the sun go down in the evening from the roof top of home, playing and roaming with friends. These days its even hard to see the sun shine in early morning as day starts (only thing I see is the Moon shining when my day starts) or the cool breeze running down the hair when you walk in the park (now replaced by walking in the mid-day hot sun with half closed sleepy eyes). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">The work life has crept in with a whip in the hand, that the once identifiable "Rose Line" (read as Work - Life Differentiators) of real life has slowly and definitely diminished to almost a dot in one's life and it wont be soon lost to the sands of time. Instead of working for a better life, we have made work as life and losing our personal life in the process of living. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="color: #666600;">"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy"</span></b> is the old adage which has become relevant in the present and future of one's life. but today the adage is changed to </span> <br />
<span style="color: #cc33cc; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><b>"All work and no play makes Jack - a master of trade with life in a cage"</b></span>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-3757325840330984092009-11-11T13:12:00.001-08:002009-11-11T13:36:39.677-08:00Time.. Time.. Time..<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Time is MONEY, people who WORK.<br />
Time is PAIN, people in LOVE.<br />
Time is ECSTASY, people who PLAY.<br />
Time is STILL, people all ALONE.<br />
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Time is </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">PASSE</span></span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">, people who DREAM.<br />
Time is GOLD, people living in MEMORIES.<br />
Time is FOREVER, people who ADVENTURE.<br />
Time is RIDDLE, people who STRUGGLE.<br />
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Time is BEST, people grabbing OPPORTUNITIES.<br />
Time is WORST, people who BANKRUPT/BEG.<br />
Time is ALL, people who ACHIEVE<br />
Time is NOW, people in REALITY</span> <br />
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</span></span>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-5080144929676621622008-09-22T14:13:00.000-07:002008-09-22T15:07:34.304-07:00My Musing - A Far Cry<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Walking in the evening humming myself a tune,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Down the lonely street of the crowded city,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can see five year olds playing by the park,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Smile on their faces and eyes with spark.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lost in their own creative world with laughter and play,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Myself, lost in trance of childhood memoirs on passage of the day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">On the street was a rag boy of almost the same age,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rummaging through garbage instead of book page,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Looking at the children, his eyes moist with sadness and delight,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lost in thought, whether can life ever change his plight?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Picking the rags of plastic, colorful wrappers and papers for his daily meal,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Will the society ever provide anything to invoke his zeal?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is no magic crystal balls - there is no magic spells,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There are no fairy tales - There aren't any wishing wells,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">There is no chosen few - it's just me and you,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And that's all we got. Ya...that's all we got to hold on to.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To make and give something for them to believe in,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To make the other side a little paradise.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-78891359969759231912008-09-08T06:37:00.000-07:002008-09-08T06:45:16.612-07:00The Continuum of Sapient (Lifecycle)<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Born small and tender,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Like the fire flies - fragile and slender,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Adored, fed and well cared,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">'Til our heart and feelings can bear. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">(Childhood)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Roaming the world with a flutter,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Searching for a hand when the heart shudder,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Painting many pictures in the minds clutter,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Filled with love and anger, a part of our hearts mutter. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">(Adolescence)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Toiling and Moiling to make our ends meet,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Acting and packing with people, for better treat.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Snaky and slicky, our twisted minds be,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Following rusty path, our contorted minds cant see. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">(Adulthood)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Searching for the lost ages we tread,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Losing peace, love and affection we dread.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Aimed to reach stars, we desired,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Only hopes left behind, in our pyres. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">(2nd childhood???? - Oldage)</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-17030367641743335392008-08-05T04:54:00.000-07:002008-08-05T05:07:00.772-07:00Dare to Dream<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dare to dream - the future ahead,<br />Dare to dream - to make a brand new start,<br />Dare to dream - from the long roads trotten, you depart,<br />Dare to dream - the visions of better tomorrow,<br />Dare to dream - to make our haven a paradise.<br /><br />Dare to dream - the paths untold,<br />Dare to dream - 'til for million queries, reasons unfold,<br />Dare to dream - to reach beyond the skies,<br />Dare to dream - to play with the stars.<br /><br />Dare to dream - too big, whether young or old,<br />Dare to dream - to change the world.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dare to dream - to explore your wildest fantasies,<br />Dare to dream - to open countless possiblities.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Dare to dream - to live your aspirations ,<br />Dare to dream - to enable and maximize your potentials,<br />Dare to dream - beyond just credentials.<br /><br />Dare to dream - to give abundant love till it hurts,<br />Dare to dream - to double your efforts,<br />Dare to dream - to live your dreams,<br />Dare to dream - to Dare your dreams.<br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dare to dream - to Dare for your Dreams.<br /></span>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-74189121263348976682008-08-05T02:57:00.000-07:002009-11-13T12:51:22.397-08:00Beauté de l'amitié [Beauty of Friendship]<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">“ Every day the flowers bloom, along with the sun they rise,<br />Spreading their fragrance near and far, to everyone’s surprise.<br />Though they wilt in the heat of the sun and as the dusk comes by.<br />With a small pint of fresh water, cool air and little time,<br />They bloom in grandeur, again, when the next day comes by,<br />Fresh and young with their smell reaching far and wide.<br />Their smell cannot be captured by the hand, or in a closed room by sand,<br />Weaving a tangle of joy and peace around us like a magic wand,<br />Always lingers and rejuvenates us by its reminisces in our heart land.”</span>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-493371258452913428.post-22965216705569712132008-04-24T02:02:00.000-07:002008-04-24T03:57:17.620-07:00Blah.. Blah.. to Blogggg!!!!!!!<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">People used to walk around those days to meet their pals, relatives or anyone. They used to talk for long hours in the personal study rooms or in coffee shops and either chit chat or gossip of the society. There used to be personal touch and connectivity in them. Earlier days people used to sip a cup of coffee or wine in their gardens or in outer spaces, ranting on the various events and happenings around the world (themselves).<br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">With the rapid senesce of the fourth coordinate (time), the beautiful life's of us (people) were changed to the mechanical and systematic work life. Work.. Work.. Work.. This has almost become the mantra (sage say) that the relationships don't go beyond just the occasional "Hi!!", "Good Day, Mate" and the most used and energy saving way, just a smile or look away from others as if in deep thought. The days of get together and family parties are long gone with the increase in the inflation and also the time that we spend with our precious family gone, for earning good stature in the so called "Society".<br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">With the advent of the "Space age" (i feel unease with this coined term, we don't even have space anymore to live and all one can see is concrete and garbage. Rise in the fight for soil of mother earth and the search of new planets for humans to live. Is this what was foreseen???) and computer becoming the staple work force of the future and mails, chats, sms becoming the "in thing" to "yo" about. The medium of reaching precious ones and being with them has become "defined". With the advent of the "Blogs" now every one can read whats up in someones mind and the community hood of blogger have been rising.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">As I am also a person of this generation (can't scat away from this), have started my blog to show what my piece of mind can actually think of. Hope u guys enjoy them and continue to comment. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">From <strong><em><span style="color:#ff9966;">"Blah.. blah.." to "Bloggg!!!!!"</span></em></strong> age we are still connected, not personally but definitely connected, not only specific to a region but to the world as a whole.<br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>"Honey, we shrunk the world".</strong></span></div>Vishnupriyan Gunasekaranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01965094015168107321noreply@blogger.com3