Wind(ows) of Linux

I have Ubuntu and Vista installed on my laptop, But I never thought if I hate windows.

This pretty screen of 15 inch in front of me is my window to the world. How would I hate it if the OS that lures me is also called Windows ?

Windows showed me what I could do, what others can help me do. I cant simply curse the windows for its changing look as a sign of its desperation in keeping up with beryl. I should thank it for making me think a lot before I do something, for example I double click on Firefox only to realize that I have to install PRE-loader for reducing the delay that click will cause.

I should thank the windows for differentiating between Good, bad and the ugly. Even before installing an app I would have to watch out for a "incompatible with vista" warning. Can you believe , even Nero had to release its own product for vista.

When you love someone , its unconditional ... even if the world sees at windows as a moron, I respect it because even in worst case it has set an example for the world of how a window should never be.

आमची Multimedia

When you see mirror you see yourself. You see yourself and associate with that image an 'I'.
Go one step ahead ... you attach so many 'mine's to it. Its a bubble of 'mine's that we all live in.And media is the stick that bursts this bubble so gently that you run into tears out of joy or otherwise.


Multimedia shows how human beings around you are cooperating with you to make it possible for you to have a stand in the society you live in.


It offers a chance to pay tribute to all those who make/ have made it possible for you to be here and will always. Even unnoticed elements of the society can be acknowledged that they Live not only exist , that every dream they see has wings of wisdom and compassion.

At 25 you are facing a sort of crisis. All the time you are thinking about where you will land up after 'this' phase gets over. Either the concept of 'timestamps' or that of the 'landing zone' always adds to an uncertainty and a spiral of dreams built around them gets more deeper.

There is a constant looking back on everything that you cannot control now just to have a gaze on them when you had it. The present tense seems as an invite for the past. Some things are lost but memories remain... damn this hardened glue of memories never melts.

The thought that If-things- could -have- been- different- so -would- be -me ruins the present and succinctly the future.