INTASA

Easy job

rangr — Sun, 29 Jan 2012 16:30:13 +0000

I was wondering if there was ever an easy job? Jobs where you don’t have to work all day, jobs where you can take it easy and take time to enjoy life. Could you think of one?

Prawns

rangr — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 02:33:16 +0000

Chemeen (Prawns) is the name of the beautiful movie which has the most beautiful songs. I listen to those songs over and over and over. The songs are in this link. Another song I listen over and over again is this. Finally, I realized that I like many songs by Salil Chowdary or Salilda as he is fondly known. If you have similar preferences, you would like his songs. Cheers.

Often I wonder

rangr — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 18:25:27 +0000

Often I wonder, Often I wonder
Often I wonder, were you made just for me?

Were you shining high amongst the stars,
and called down upon this earth for me?

Often I wonder, whether this softness
and these eyes were meant to be my treasures?

Black shadows of your tresses, these lips
and these arms were meant to be my treasures?

Often I imagine, that I hear these Shenaihs playing
and I lift the veil from your forehead on our first night together,
and I can feel you tremble in my arms.

Often I wonder, that you would love me so, all my life.
And forever, your loving eyes would rise up to meet mine.

Though I know, that you would remain a stranger to me.
Yet, often I wonder...

Early mornings

rangr — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 18:24:50 +0000

Early mornings were the worst.
New day and school rush
used to push me out of my door.

Early mornings were beautiful.
Fresh thoughts and new ideas
used to rustle up my hair.

Early mornings were sweet.
Soft whispers and pouting lips
used to glue me to my bed.

Early mornings were sad.
Old memories and old love
used to tear my eyelids out.

Early mornings were hectic.
Busy streets and busy people
used to buzz through my ears.

Early mornings are peaceful.
Slow life and slower days,
nothing matters anymore.

I’m, but a poet

rangr — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 18:22:52 +0000

I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.
My tale lasts for a moment or two.
My laughter, for a moment or two.
Even my youth, for a moment or two.
I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.

Many poets have come before me and have passed.
Some with heavy sighs and others with sweet songs.
They too were a part of a moment,
and I too am a part of a moment.
and tomorrow will seperate us,
but for this moment, let me be a part of you.

Others will arrive with songs tomorrow,
and will choose the blossoming flowers.
People who will sing better than me,
and people who will listen better than you.

And if tomorrow remembers me:
why would tomorrow remember me?
This bustling world of tomorrow,
why should it waste its time on me?
I'm, but a poet of a moment or two.

Anger

rangr — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 20:59:32 +0000

He threw the tumbler at his mom,

He banged the door hard and ran out.

His hands trembling.

He felt something deeply repulsive about the world.

There must be a world better than this, he thought.

His mom was unjust. His Mom was unjust. His mom was unjust.

He had asked for Complan and his mom gave him Horlicks.

Energy

rangr — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 21:10:28 +0000

The drive, the force

The speed, the velocity.

Out he ran from the house,

Climbed up the teracce,

Jumped up and down and

Pulled the branches of the neem tree.

Then ran down skipping steps and jumped up his cycle.

No air. He doesn’t care!

Frightening the dogs with the drive, the force
With the speed, the velocity.

The boy with the golden smile

rangr — Tue, 14 Jun 2011 01:50:06 +0000

The boy had a smile.

It looked golden,

for he had his clips on,

and it shone in the hot sun.

The boy had his cool glasses on,

and was blowing a bubble and bursting it,

and then he spit the gum.

He took the dry coconut kernel,

scratched out his snack.

Smelled the hibiscus flower.

and then swung on the gate for a while.

He called out to the street dogs,

who turned their heads in attention.

After he fed them the rest of coconut pieces

he drew a bucket from the well,

and poured cool water on his head.

The crow hiding in the coconut leaves watched him,

He saw him leave the shell behind and a squirrel with stripes rush in.

The boy went to his verandah again,

and sat under the shade made of bamboo and hay.

Installing RevTex 4.1 (APS)

rangr — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 19:31:39 +0000

This is a install guide that works on Ubuntu 10.04 (AMD 64 bit)

Download RevTex 4.1 and extract it
Change Directory (cd) to that folder in terminal
sudo su
unzip revtex4-1-tds.zip -d /usr/share/texmf-texlive/tex/latex/
texhash

In most cases you might need to install natbib as well,

Download natbib and extract it
Change Directory (cd) to that folder in terminal
sudo su
cp natbib.* /usr/share/doc/texlive-latex-base-doc/latex/natbib/
texhash

Hope it helps.

Mistake

rangr — Fri, 28 May 2010 02:06:14 +0000

You are my mate wherever I go.

Oh, How I hate you!

And yet, I haven’t seen the worst of you.