Beyond The Veil Of the Mist

deactive Sync

2008-05-13T21:36:00.003+05:30

A fiend of mine.. oops friend of mine (ya he should get his house mined) has a blue berry porn oops phone. Now you may ask 'Hey dood wassa blue berry Fone' like a jack ass, or maybe i you are jack with your ass. I have to say its a classic handset has a static background and doesnt get any mail. Oblivious.. oops Obvious. Hmm now if you consider all the considerations we can conclude that such is the abomination of the damned, now is it not agreeable ,, oops Arguable, maybe amicable? What the !#!!%#@@2 am i saying. Nothing I am sick of this world and its miserable beings maybe i am in a state of dementia... rightly quoted as"
Which is which and Who is who, god only knows its not what people choose to do.. Floyd said it best I have to agree.

2008-04-12T12:27:00.001+05:30

Things:

Often we wonder what makes us 'us', what makes me unique, what makes him different. Lots of things that just are thought about. The thought process that we use in such a way can be used to actually make this world a better place if we keep it to ourselves. How you would want to disagree, that thought that discussions tend to give rise to exchange of ideas, or helping people better themselves. Let me ask you has it ever made you change for the better? we don't, no one does either.

My wife said: "she was never like that , maybe she was spoilt because of the people she was surrounded day in and day our with." "No" I said, "people have the bad personalities in them, awaiting to escape and take over or be projected with prominence. Its like a flame that is enraged with a gentle blow. The air is not hot, nor is the fuel, not the space, its the fire itself." I am glad she saw logic in that, else I would have had to give up on her understanding the strangeness that I am.

I would quote:
Often shall I look upon thee for thine understanding
Not as a guide but as a sign of being amongst wise
For you shall never learn from me, nor shall I from ye
The world teaches us, surrounds, infuses.

I often look at a lot of women and think, why do they have to ask and argue over and over, once I decided to sit down and think how they work, I concluded something interesting.They work just like men.

* They think they are different and righteous. (just like men)
* They think they know everything, some of them do a lot more about the others hahhahah (but men know less, even about themselves)
* They will never want to listen to men , reason: above two.
* They have a wonderful concept called MCP (Male Chauvanistic Pigs) in their mind where a man and a woman are equal, but they still want to say ladies first, different line for ladies, how will a lady do that, how will a lady carry that, etc.
* They think they have sex appeal by themselves, even if you look at them by sheer accident they start giving you those annoyed looks as if you took off with her belongings.

Bah! Things. I guess Life sucks because of all the Gravity, am happy am free falling ...

Impressions of a lost kind

2008-01-07T17:40:00.000+05:30

Indeed sometimes what i write here is purely not sensible at first read, you have to read it over if at all to make sense. I do not know what i write often as it just flows out of my fingers and comes out to the blog. I spent a few months in a self imposed exile to return often to try and write I couldn't. Its an assasination of my writer self. I miss it. somewhere where the winds .. ya ya what ever..

Some things are made for a purpose.

2008-01-04T11:59:00.001+05:30

I wish to stand there, watch the clouds, feel the rain as it pours on me, washing my fears, tears, sorrows, joys, meanings, meaninglessness, longings, lost things those stone cold stares, those beautiful eyes I am bound to like a ball and chain on the ankle of my soul, hear the droplets play on my eye lashes, feel the splash of each on my eye balls, feel the water trickle down my neck , down my back, as if consuming my very essence of sentiments and emotion, making me less human, more rock, or the grain of sand washed with each wave, the one that is carried from coast to coast in millions of years only to be blown onto the land by the winds, or maybe to be in the desert when the sea dries up, that will some night glitter in the moon light like glass, maybe melt into glass, who knows what shall become of it; this very unpredictability of the future makes me crave to reach out to such extremities of complexities that can someday shear the sanity that I try so hard to hold on to, the thought of such isolation, away from the proximities of the feeling of me wanting to hold her in my arms, or was it someone else, or thoughts of such adultery that confuse me, an ounce of lust riding on the pillion of every beautiful thought I have, making it a dark place, my mind, making it bleed of evil, such sacrilege that it corrodes my very existence making me want to lose myself in the deepest unfathomable ocean depths with my limbs tied and my , where my voice shall never escape to the living world, for I hate the pretence of existence I put up each day, I await to break out of this shell, to exit stage of this mockery bound theatre called life.

Longings......

2007-08-14T03:58:00.001+05:30

The overcast has spun its spell, and the shadows have faded. Around me the moist wind swirls, whistles, the smell of the earth engulfs my brain. I long again to be the child of spring, the wooden cottage, the roof made of red clay tiles, fixed with a glass tile every 10 tile away. It lets in the light from the lightning, makes me scared but the sound f the splatter outside brings me joy. I wish to escape, to that evening of the rain, to an address that reads out as Kavesseri gramam, Palakkad Dist, Kerala State.

The day I grew capable of memory it rained, the smell of the earth, they said it rains a lot less in Bombay; I used to wonder if I will ever go there, visit the sea shore and see the gateway. I did and this is my story. The story of Ritesh Nair.

Here I am 22 years later, turning back, looking at myself. I miss that moment. I remember those days often, it was 5:30 Am once and Mom had arrived from Bombay with my Uncle and they were carrying a Tricycle for me. I had big dreams about it. I wanted to put lights on it with batteries and a horn. I laugh at it sometimes when i think that i was the same I am today. Trying to improvise with what I have. She had gotten me a lot of Toffees. The Ravalgaon ones. I liked the ones with the blue wrapper especially. I had a nice jelly filling, the deep red colored one was also one of my favorites.

I had a personal pest though, my elder sister. She would always thrash me without rhyme or reason. Thankfully to her I hate women. They nag; think that they know all there is to know, they think they are superior, etc. The only difference in her was that she loved me very much, she would take care that my clothes were well ironed, clean and they matched. She also indirectly taught me a lot about management. I still have not found a reason on why she thrashed the daylights out of me often, must have been because of my alcoholic Dad. I still hate him. I often miss him as I wanted to stab him in the heart and kill him for troubling my mother so much. But then it would be wrong, under influence you are never you, you are a monster. I learnt that someday when the skies are not pink all you have to do is to sit and wait till it turns pink. It will eventually as you can outlast God's patience. He cannot hold back as much as you can. He will succumb to your patience. He does. That is because he loves you. He hates me most times though. But then again who knows.

Someday.....

2007-04-28T04:11:00.000+05:30

The old me.

Here is me @ Exchange Training in Wipro.

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The best song that songs me:

Here I am : by Bryan Adams

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Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

It's a new world - it's a new start
It's alive with the beating of young hearts
It's a new day - it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
Here I am

Here we are - we've just begun
And after all this time - our time has come
Ya here we are - still goin' strong
Right here in the place where we belong

Chorus X1

Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am - it's just me and you
And tonight we make our dreams come true

Chorus X2

Here I am - next to you
And suddenly the world is all brand new
Here I am - where I'm gonna stay
Now there's nothin standin in our way
Here I am - this is me

Well tickle telle me that I am my favouriate Sitcom

2007-04-07T19:15:00.001+05:30

You're Cheers!

On any given day, you might be sassy, surly, or sweet, but people always know your name. You're there for your best pals through the good times and the bad times, and you've got a talent for turning everything into the best times. Now that's something to toast!

My Goodbye mail @ Wipro

2007-04-07T19:06:00.000+05:30

Hi Team,

You may have seen letters that say goodbye and stuff but this is not one of the standard ones. It’s a closing email from my end .

Assessment:

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>>Career began on 21st march 2005 @ Wipro BPO.

>>Underwent training with one of the best set of guys.

>>Became permanent.

>>Complained, troubled, fooled around, hurt, healed oh and yes helped (sounds like a family serial type na!)

>>Bothered the wits out of managers, SE’s, Esp the Technology team.

>>Got stuff done.

Current State:

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>>A little unhappy about leaving.

>>I also know that wings are to fly. ( I feel a new poetry coming on now.)

>>I am flying away from my school.

Well I cant help it but here goes:

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Some roads that joined into a freeway, I took that

Drove along, learnt, felt, loved

Its now the end of the freeway, the ways part again

Ulysses has to find his way home now

His journey on the ship that carried him ashore has ended

Its time to change his path,

I am setting forth on a journey new

One of the never ending journeys called life.

Ritesh Nair

© 27-12-2006

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As robert frost says:

The woods are lovely dark and deep, But i have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep.

Quizzes

2007-03-22T01:25:00.000+05:30

You are 100% Scorpio

How Scorpio Are You?

2007-03-21T02:39:00.000+05:30

Some things are to be worn differently.
Ties for example

Nawab ishthyle

Shocking indeed

2007-03-15T23:55:00.000+05:30

My Amma.

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A pure common every day lady. She works as a stenographer in the Railways. Each time she puts her hand on my head I hold it and look at those tiny fingers she has. Those bear the force of my life. The very ones that fed me, nurtured me. Each time se calls me i fell like I am in heaven. My personal GOD. I have been bad, i have driven her over the wall , made her miserable but then she know I love her . I end up troubling all those i love. Its like a measurement of how much I love someone.

Gaming Again

2007-03-02T04:26:00.000+05:30

check my msn space
http://maxritz.spaces.live.com/?lc=16393

2007-02-26T23:03:00.000+05:30

Me and my Game world.

Finally I get to play Farcry in HDR. After i got myself a Nvidia Geforce 7600 GS with 512 MB.

Of course I am in god Mode. I am always in that when I like some graphics in some games.

Except UT and Halo I like the others in Cheating modes.

Scene 1 Intro

Taking a swim

Driving around.

HDR glory.In the ship.

From the ship.

Man I have had difficulties enabling the toon shader from the game menu.

I was able to do that with my geforce FX 5200 128 MB. Well i guess i have to do it from the menu.

I willl also upload painkiller when i play it again on my geforce.

I wish I can buy an 8800 sooner that I think.

Funnies

2006-12-01T16:25:00.000+05:30

Contrary Proverbs

All good things come to those who wait.

BUT

Time and tide wait for no man.

The pen is mightier than the sword.

BUT

Actions speak louder than words.

Wise men think alike.

BUT

Fools seldom differ.

The best things in life are free .

BUT

There's no such thing as a free lunch .

Slow and steady wins the race .

BUT

Time waits for no man .

Look before you leap .

BUT

Strike while the iron is hot .

Do it well, or not at all.

BUT

Half a loaf is better than none.

Birds of a feather flock together.

BUT

Opposites attract.

Don't cross your bridges before you come to them.

BUT

Forewarned is forearmed.

Doubt is the beginning of wisdom.

BUT

Faith will move mountains.

Great starts make great finishes.

BUT

It ain't over 'till it's over.

Practice makes perfect.

BUT

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.

Silence is golden.

BUT

The squeaky wheel gets the grease.

You're never too old to learn.

BUT

You can't teach an old dog new tricks

What's good for the goose is good for the gander.

BUT

One man's meat is another man's poison.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

BUT

Out of sight, out of mind.

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

BUT

Many hands make light work.

Hold fast to the words of your ancestors.

BUT

Wise men make proverbs and fools repeat them.

Painkiller ( Dreamcatcher) People Can Fly

2006-06-16T21:27:00.000+05:30

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Well I am back at it. I messed up my game cards and am back temporarily on my SIS 315E.
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Company >>> SIS
Chipset >>> 315E
Memory >>> 64 MB
Interface >>> AGP 8x
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Well it is not bad infact i was wondering if it would actually render it to actually have a glimpse and it does. Well not bad for an oldie card i guess.
Man this game is really lovely. And the companies associated are names i relate to in terms of its name
1 () Dreamcatcher
2 () People Can Fly
3 () Nvidia {i dont know what it means but for sure }
{I relate to them cos they believe a picture }
{says a million words than sound. }
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Look at some idiots

2006-02-20T19:04:00.000+05:30

You know what there are people who hate microsoft so much that they would do anything to get attention. That too their point of critisicm is that the integration of IE and Windows Media Player. EEEEEEEk what kind of idiots are they.
They try to say that if my child wears my choice of underwear then it is brand monopoly????????
Jesus whatever will these idiots think of next.

I found th excerpt below at a http://www.os2ecs.org/

Well i know now what desparation is.
IBM never had the balls to market, steve jobbs doesn't have the sense and linux doesn't have what it takes to put an ordinary user on the internet almost out of the box.
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ERROR: USING AN INFERIOR BROWSER
We regret this inconvenience, but we at OS2eCS Org. have chosen to block Internet Explorer. We have decided to block Microsoft's browser because of its inherent insecurity and liability of risk. In other words, we do not want to be held accountable for any incidents that arise because of security holes in Microsoft Internet Explorer. Those security holes are impossible to completely fix because of the way IE and Windows are so tightly bundled together. Many of the problems in Internet Explorer could have been avoided if it was released as a standalone program, but Microsoft would rather destroy its competitors through illegal methods than protect the security and privacy of its customers. Yes, your personal privacy has been sacrificed in the name of Microsoft's pocketbook. So what can you do to protect your personal privacy and gain access to the Web content that was blocked? Upgrade to a more secure browser that was designed from the start with security features that keep you safe as you use the Internet. We personally recommend the multi-platform Mozilla browser, which includes an e-mail program to replace Microsoft's equally insecure Outlook Express. Mozilla is available for Windows, Mac OS, Linux, BeOS, OS/2, and eComStation. It can be downloaded in less than a few minutes with a high speed Internet connection, so it doesn't take a lot of time to try this one out. [Download Mozilla]
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Ritesh Nair is bLack at it

2006-02-01T08:27:00.000+05:30

2000 miles SSE of sanity. It makes me wonder about existence.

(Garden By Pearl Jam)
She don't wander in here...
don't wander in here...
She...
she don't wander in here...
don't wander in here...

The direction of the eye,
so misleading.
The defection of the soul,
nauseously quick.
I don't question ...
our existence,
I just question ..
our modern needs.

She don't wander in here...
don't wander in here...
She...
she don't wander in here...
don't wander in here...

I will walk with my hands bound...
I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden, garden of stone.

After all is done and we're still alone,
I won't be taken, yet I'll go...
With my hands bound...

I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden, garden of stone.

I don't show...
I don't share...
I don't need what you have to give.

I will walk with my hands bound...
I will walk with my face blood...
I will walk with my shadow flag...
Into your garden...
garden...

I will walk with my hands bound...
I walk into your garden, garden of stone.
I don't know...
I don't care...
I don't need you for me to live.
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The absolute contradictions

+> Me looking at myself in the mirror,
+> Me smiling
+> Me in love
+> Me upset
+> Me sad
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2005-11-12T13:09:00.000+05:30

Farsight
A life unknown

2005-11-12T13:08:00.002+05:30

Aside
A life unknown

2005-11-12T13:08:00.001+05:30

Closed
A life unknown

2005-11-12T13:08:00.000+05:30

Introspect
A life unknown

2005-11-12T13:07:00.000+05:30

Perspective Correct
A life unknown

Ntin Parashar's Email

2005-11-11T10:17:00.000+05:30

Nitin Parashar Nov 10 (17 hours ago)

Gone are the days
When The school/Collage reopened in June,And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yetManaged to line up daily for the morning prayers.
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens andThen Micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolvedTo Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
We started calculatingfirst with tables and then with Clarke's tables and advanced tocalculators and computers.

When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classroomsDrenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
When all the colors in the world,Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,While others simply played"book cricket" in the Confines of classroom.
(p.s: guys remeber book ckt ?...open the text book ramdomly.....and wat ever the page number's last digit....thats ur score....and zero ment OUT !!!!!.....lol.......)
Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint", "kulfi", " milk ice !" and "sharbat !" at 4o Clock.
Gone are the days....
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , And the one-month longpreparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly,Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,So much experience , all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.Now we study to save our job
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts Now we have the ATM's as well as credit card but with an empty heart
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.Now we dont shout even at home
Gone are the days where we got lectures from all.Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now....
Gone are the days But not the memories, which willBe Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever .....
NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE , DONT FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS. !!!!!!..and forget old frineds.....keep in touch !!!!
~ Vîç ..

The world

2005-10-04T19:50:00.001+05:30

Well the world is my domain i guess..Hey by the way i am getting married to a sensible woman

Life itself

2005-09-12T13:53:00.000+05:30

Conscience is such a killer, thought a misconception, mind a deception, and life is just an intonation of the word called living to some people,some live it cos they are alive, existing, I walk in the shadow, feel its pain, burn and sunshine, and when i am basking at its setting i shall outstretch my hand into the sky, smile and tell God, I can never die, for I lived, and lived so different that I dared to write my name in blood across my life, i sought sorrow, conquered it, destroyed anger, pacified souls and sought freedom, freed all i knew, and i shall look back one last time, watch the lights on the distance blink and say 'i'll miss you mother earth,but then you shall bring me back for i am your dearest son,the one you love, treasure,cherish,your prince of darkness' 'call me mother and i shall come'

Richa, In time, some where, where the winds are of snow,in winter sun, i shall wait our meeting, to look at an entity understanding the very soul of me, as if my self staring at me in my eye..