Smaller than Life
Why a blog? Simple. Cacoethes Scribendi -- the urge to write! My literary pretensions and caprices bring me here. Like any writer I write to be read. All my posts, though fettered to my small world and trivially myopic, will live and yearn that somebody connects to them someday. Cognitive frenzies, sardonic musings, aimless banters, incoherent ramblings and trivial indulgences; this is simply an episodic narrative of my trivial world -- in a grain of sand… Smaller than Life.

Graffiti

When I am dead,
I hope it is said,
'His sins were scarlet,
but his books were read'.

- Hillaire Belloc

This is my letter to the world
That never wrote to me, --
The simple news that Nature told
With tender majesty.

Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!

- Emily Dickinson

The thoughts of our past years
          in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction

- William Wordsworth

Wednesday, January 07, 2004
 
Self-Righteous Indignation

'Have fun' seems to be the punchline in i2. I believe there is much debugging to be completed. But you can see most of the seats in the office empty. You can also find most of the snack-stalls in the cafeteria empty (should I say, emptied)! I am enveloped by all kinds of noises from people chatting gleefully everywhere, oblivious of the work to be done. That is disturbing all my concentration. For I, in all sanctimonious indignation, am doing some religious debugging; I am spell-checking all my mails! After all at the end of the day, I too am in i2 !

- posted by Dileepan @ 3:43:00 am
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