That Day in Hospital...............

THe last thing I remember is that I was shivering with the cold and trying to reach my bag in other room to search some meds but I was not able to. It was a weekday and almost 4 PM and I had take a day off as I was not feeling well.

Now, few hours back, there  was a pungent smell around me but my eyes were closed and i was feeling pain in my left hand. With the eye lids got opened, what I see was that I am lying on the hospital bed with a syringe in my hand with a bottle of glucose. No one around me. I am not finding my cell phone too. I was not aware that how i came here and what exactly has happened. Next though came to my mind is who has taken me here and get me admitted and for how long I am out and many other gazillion questions running my nerves.

i was seeing some nurses going here and there, talking to patients. Docs wandering around with the reports in their hand but no one was coming to me. I was feeling like shouting that "please, can someone tell me if I am alive or its some dream or what has happened to me". But no one was even looking at me like I was invisible there.

I kept staring the activities going around and went into the thoughts while inhaling that pungent smell. Don't know what smell like this, for sure its not some meds.

Suddenly, i tried to reach down to the bed and I see my trousers there. I lift them and i was like  OMG, i got it, i got my phone. It was like i found some kind of treasure. Then i looked at the screen. 34 missed calls, 5 messages, 200 whatsapp messages ( ppl nowdayz prefer the free whatsapp then call/msg). Most of the calls were from home and ofc colleagues. I see the message from a team mate, asking my whereabouts and asking some crap related to the project. I dint bothered about it and ignored. Then, I see the last received call and it was from a friend who was supposed to come meet me that night. I see the duration as 36 secs. Suddenly, I though may it was he who has taken me to hospital. I tried calling his no but it was busy.

After that I lost in my thoughts and suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder and it was a nurse asking me to bend to give me some sort of injection. even seeing the syringes makes me nervous and there i was getting injected with some kind yellowish liquid solution. I tried asking her what has happened to me and blurted hundreds of questions just in a span of 5 sec. She smiled and say, dont worry, you will be ok soon. Take rest. Your friend might be coming. Then, i felt a sigh of relief that it was my friend only who have got me here.

I just kept thinking and just slept. Now, I woke up an hour back and writing this stuff and I don't find anyone near me. It dead in the night and I am still waiting for my friend. I don't know whats next.....


To be Continued as the story folds....!

Key extraction from PC by a touch... Interesting stuff

This is interesting.

RSA key extraction from PC by touch.

http://www.cs.tau.ac.il/~tromer/handsoff/

Embarrassing..!

So, few days back, one friend of mine sent me this article of his about him deleting his Facebook account. I really liked it and uploaded it on my blog as I have done this couple of times before as well.

Today, I was suprised to see that he has actually copied it from another blog and he has even told me to follow that blog as its a good one and have a range of interesting stuff. ( I have deleted that imeediately after knowing and now on its only gonna be my content here and no one else).

Now, i have to go through all 2-3 blog posts he has given to me and verify if they are also copied one or are original.

This is embarrassing i say..  TRUST people trust.

Here in India we are like so much into plagirism that we dont even think its wrong and take it for granted.

Two Sides of Her

She took my heart and my soul
Her clinching smile made me fool
Her mesmerizing talks made me bloom
But her heart rendering  departure made me gloom..

Getting List of Installed Programs on Windows

1. Start cmd.
2. Type wmic on command prompt to run Windows Management Instrumentation Command-line tool.
3. Type /output:D:\InstallProgs.txt product get name,version on command prompt. 

It will take some time so write depending upon the list of the installed programs,

Why O why.. Do you Lie?

Some of the people in my life are just biggest LIARS i have ever met. I know people sometimes do lie depending upon the priorities and the circumstances but lying always and lying differently to different people is something i cant stand with.

GOD SAVE THEM!

You are my lover and my best friend :)

An Australian friend of mine reminds me of a song by suzi quantro


You are my lover and my best friend
I think I've found the perfect blend
I don't want this to ever end
'Cause I don't know what I'd do then
I was drifting along from man to man
They slipped through my fingers like they're made of sand
I wouldn't put up with their demands
Everytime they did, I turned and ran

I was going through hell when I met you
You said you were going through the same thing too
I was so lonely everything looked blue
You've been just like a dream come true

There was a girl

whose touch felt like heaven,
making me shiver all through my nerves

whose voice was so deepening
filling my mind like the music

whose body was sleek
rubbing her hand softer then silk

whose life was like a open book
with the blank pages
seems her love has washed its ink
over and over again....

Moist Eyes!

lying beyond her
seeing her crying
her warm tears
her moist eyes

did i do something wrong
that she left me
making me wonder
for my whole life

that star studded night
her blistering earrings
her awing smile
and red wine

make me wonder
why she left
leaving me aside
in this strange tribe..!

Expectations!! Let them GO!

Expectations are the root cause of all heartache!  - Shakespeare

This is absolutely true. It’s the expectation that causes all the pains. No expectation=no pain. One needs to forget about the expectations from everyone be it family, friends, lover or anyone else.

I know its damn tough to do so but once you are done, you will feel damn good and will flow like air. There won’t be any pain or drama in your life and you will fly like a bird in the breeze. Once expectations are gone, you are the king. Do the way your mind says.

I think I can write a small poem on this too:

Expectations make you weak,

Let them go and you will reek

They cause so much pain,

All your wonderful tears go in vain.

They make you suffer and waste your time,

Let them go dear and u will feel fine.

Without expectation everything will be magical,

Because there won’t be anyone to make u feel miserable

Expectation costs you a lot

Cause your life to bloat

Let them go!!!

Mar Mite!

jis pe hum mar mite
usko pata bhi nahi
kya gila hum kare
woh bewaafa bhi nahi
humne jo keh diya
usne suna bhi nahin.............

Being Fired!

“Can you give me another chance?” He asked, trembling, with pale face and sweaty palms from fear.

He gripped his pants, trying to soak the sweat but to no avail. It profusely flowed like a never ending fountain. He felt humiliated. Guilty. Stupid. He glanced at the door, thinking of running away, but he chose to wait for their response. The air was so thick that it was hard to breathe.

He had just been screamed and pointed fingers at for the past 10 minutes. No one was on his side and he was cornered in that grim kitchen. His co-workers? Busy pretending to not pay attention and proceeded with their work. His bosses’ faces were testaments to the extent of their fury – hungry tiger would look tame in comparison. It was amazing their veins haven’t burst from all those yelling.

“No,” said the big guy with sharp and aggressive tone. “Get out.”

That first day was also the last day of my career as a sandwich maker at Subway. I grabbed my bag and walked out with my tail between my legs. I felt dead inside. And sad. But I couldn’t cry. Disappointed I guess. I was extremely looking forward to working at my first ever job, but it ended as abruptly as it came. At least it was a sunny day – I didn’t have my umbrella.

Wonderful Tonight

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"
And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.
And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"
And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see
The love light in your eyes.
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head,
So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed.
And then I tell her, as I turn out the light,
I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight.
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."



Is it Eric clapton or Elvis..??  But who cares..  its for her..   my imagination... :)

Memories of her

when day passes by
the memories of her comes alive
i cling to her memories
feels like the passed by centuries.

i was down when she got lost
i need her now at any cost
thinking of her is now my work
but sometimes my mind just go berserk

i will find her one day
will always keep her at my allay
will not let her go away
but i cant handle this delay....

Why O why?????????

Why O Why you kept her staring?
Din't you had anything worth gearing?
Why there is so much fuss for her?
Din't she told you to be away from her?
Why there is so much anger in you?
Is it because she said NO to you?
Why did you tried to ruin her life?
Is it because she just shown you her little knife?
How that act of throwing that acid on her makes you gleamed?
Dint your heart melt when she screamed?

dedicated to that special who lost her outer beauty..!

Dearies...!

(Taken from a Blog..   forgot from where :( )

Dear Friends,

I have always been an introvert and you know it. I was never a person to go out and speak to anyone. If you think back, it was you who spoke to me first. I thank you for that.
I have all of you to thank for being in my life and making it a hell of a lot easier for me to take stupid decisions. Believe me I don't regret any of those decisions ;). You have been with me when I have fallen and you have been with me when I got up and to that I am ever grateful.
You might have been irked by some of the decisions I unwittingly have taken in my life. I know I have been very stubborn on some of the other decisions which some of you had cautioned me not to take. You might have judged me. But, I am grateful for you for sticking by me even after all that.
I will sincerely tell you that I have never been jealous of any of you. I have been always proud at any of your achievements. I may not show it, but believe me I am proud of you guys/girls.

Each one of you is different and unique for me. I value your friendship more than you know.

I may have ignored you sometimes because I was going through some very heavy introspection. I may have been mean to you sometimes but I have never stopped loving you.

We may have had a few difference of opinions and I may have argued with you about shit that does not matter, because let’s face it, shit happens. Nobody is perfect. Not me, not you.

We are all working/studying and some of you are married or going to get married (ah this remind me of my mom nagging me to get married). So all you other people, stop being little shitheads and pick my calls, or call me or ask me to meet you or just send a message occasionally. I know some of your lives revolve and rotate around your boyfriends/girlfriends. Some of you are lazy asses. Some of you have been sweet. But, all of you are too darn good for me to lose.

I know how stressful working in a corporate world is. I know how cloistered in your room wont help you de-stress.

I really try very hard to be a friend to every one of you and failing miserably because it is a one sided effort.

You move out o\to different places and you don't tell me, you change jobs and you don't tell me. What is with all the secrets people.
Well, I wrote this to tell you that from my side you are still my friends. I know it is difficult to make time in midst of this crazy, fast paced world. I just want you to know that I am here, if you want me, I am always here.

Aapka Apna... :p

Long Distance Relationship

Long Distance Relationship aren’t always ideal. In fact, they’re really tough. You spend countless of hours just talking through a phone or through a screen. You can’t see the person when you want to or when you most need them.. You can’t hug, you can’t hold hands, you can’t kiss. You lose the intimacy in a physical sense. But then, Your relationship becomes based on each other and nothing else.

You learn to communicate,because a long-distance relationship without communication is nothing.

You learn to trust, because you can’t always see or know everything the person is doing.

The Difference Between Men And Women. :p from somewhere :p

Let's say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each other regularly, and after a while neither one of them is seeing anybody else.

And then, one evening when they're driving home, a thought occurs to Martha, and, without really thinking, she says it aloud: "Do you realize that, as of tonight, we've been seeing each other for exactly six months?"

And then, there is silence in the car.

To Martha, it seems like a very loud silence. She thinks to herself: I wonder if it bothers him that I said that. Maybe he's been feeling confined by our relationship; maybe he thinks I'm trying to push him into some kind of obligation that he doesn't want, or isn't sure of.

And Fred is thinking: Gosh. Six months.

And Martha is thinking: But, hey, I'm not so sure I want this kind of relationship either. Sometimes I wish I had a little more space, so I'd have time to think about whether I really want us to keep going the way we are, moving steadily towards, I mean, where are we going? Are we just going to keep seeing each other at this level of intimacy? Are we heading toward marriage? Toward children? Toward a lifetime together? Am I ready for that level of commitment? Do I really even know this person?

And Fred is thinking: ...so that means it was...let's see...February when we started going out, which was right after I had the car at the dealer's, which means...lemme check the odometer...Whoa! I am way overdue for an oil change here.

And Martha is thinking: He's upset. I can see it on his face. Maybe I'm reading this completely wrong. Maybe he wants more from our relationship, more intimacy, more commitment; maybe he has sensed - even before I sensed it - that I was feeling some reservations. Yes, I bet that's it. That's why he's so reluctant to say anything about his own feelings. He's afraid of being rejected.

And Fred is thinking: And I'm gonna have them look at the transmission again. I don't care what those morons say, it's still not shifting right. And they better not try to blame it on the cold weather this time. What cold weather? It's 87 degrees out, and this thing is shifting like a garbage truck, and I paid those incompetent thieves $600.

And Martha is thinking: He's angry. And I don't blame him. I'd be angry, too. I feel so guilty, putting him through this, but I can't help the way I feel. I'm just not sure.

And Fred is thinking: They'll probably say it's only a 90-day warranty...scumballs.

And Martha is thinking: Maybe I'm just too idealistic, waiting for a knight to come riding up on his white horse, when I'm sitting right next to a perfectly good person, a person I enjoy being with, a person I truly do care about, a person who seems to truly care about me. A person who is in pain because of my self-centered, schoolgirl romantic fantasy.

And Fred is thinking: Warranty? They want a warranty? I'll give them a warranty. I'll take their warranty and stick it right up their...

"Fred," Martha says aloud.

"What?" says Fred, startled.

"Please don't torture yourself like this," she says, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. "Maybe I should never have...oh dear, I feel so..."(She breaks down, sobbing.)

"What?" says Fred.

"I'm such a fool," Martha sobs. "I mean, I know there's no knight. I really know that. It's silly. There's no knight, and there's no horse."

"There's no horse?" says Fred.

"You think I'm a fool, don't you?" Martha says.

"No!" says Fred, glad to finally know the correct answer.

"It's just that...it's that I...I need some time," Martha says.

(There is a 15-second pause while Fred, thinking as fast as he can, tries to come up with a safe response. Finally he comes up with one that he thinks might work.)

"Yes," he says. (Martha, deeply moved, touches his hand.)

"Oh, Fred, do you really feel that way?" she says.

"What way?" says Fred.

"That way about time," says Martha.

"Oh," says Fred. "Yes." (Martha turns to face him and gazes deeply into his eyes, causing him to become very nervous about what she might say next, especially if it involves a horse. At last she speaks.)

"Thank you, Fred," she says.

"Thank you," says Fred.

Then he takes her home, and she lies on her bed, a conflicted, tortured soul, and weeps until dawn, whereas when Fred gets back to his place, he opens a bag of Doritos, turns on the TV, and immediately becomes deeply involved in a rerun of a college basketball game between two South Dakota junior colleges that he has never heard of. A tiny voice in the far recesses of his mind tells him that something major was going on back there in the car, but he is pretty sure there is no way he would ever understand what, and so he figures it's better if he doesn't think about it.

The next day Martha will call her closest friend, or perhaps two of them, and they will talk about this situation for six straight hours. In painstaking detail, they will analyze everything she said and everything he said, going over it time and time again, exploring every word, expression, and gesture for nuances of meaning, considering every possible ramification.

They will continue to discuss this subject, off and on, for weeks, maybe months, never reaching any definite conclusions, but never getting bored with it either.

Meanwhile, Fred, while playing racquetball one day with a mutual friend of his and Martha's, will pause just before serving, frown, and say: "Norm, did Martha ever own a horse?"

And that's the difference between men and women.  Dave Barry

Why-is-Russia-invading-Ukraine

Why-is-Russia-invading-Ukraine

http://www.quora.com/Russia-Ukraine-Crimea-Conflict-2014/Why-is-Russia-invading-Ukraine

Once upon a time there was Mr. Russia. He had many girlfriends-Armenia, Azerbaijan, Belarus, Georgia, Kazakhstan, the Ukraine sisters ( west and east) and many more. They all lived happily in a polygamous relationship and called themselves USSR.

Over time their differences grew and the girlfriends were like "this relationship ain't workin' for us honey..we gotta be single for a while and figure out our shit". So they all broke up with Mr. Russia.

Mr. Russia was sad.

Meanwhile Russia's rival, Mr. USA , was rubbing his hands in glee and gloating at Russia's misfortune because, earlier that year, Russia (and his girlfriends) had been in a 'low temperature'(cold ?) war with USA for a while.

Russia drank a lot of vodka, stopped shaving and became weak and generally forgotten by everyone.

*Fast forward 50 years later.*

Russia has picked himself up. Started working out again, eating healthy and looking nice in general. He had also convinced one or two of his old girlfriends to come back to him (albeit after a bit of lover's tiff). But he missed The Ukrainian sisters the most. Cause they were the hottest (in his eyes). But he was hesitant about making the move on them.

Then one day he saw that USA was hitting on them. A lot. Plus he heard that USA had invited the Ukrainian sisters to party at a club that he (USA) owned (called NATO or something..not sure). Now Russia knew that one of the sisters still loved him- East. (Infact she even kept some of his stuff (such as the Black Sea Fleet) in her backyard because she missed him.)

So Russia decided that one girlfriend in hand was worth two in (George) bush... er USA's hand and forcefully eloped with East Ukraine. (this also caused an irreparable rift between the previously super close sisters)

USA and the other guys on the street were outraged and threatened to beat up Russia while Russia was like "fuck y'all... imma marry East Ukraine and drink vodka".

Meanwhile Mr. India also , kinda, supported Russia cause they had always been bitchin' friends plus Russia always gave awesomely advanced toy planes and and other stuff to India to play with when the other guys (such as Mr. USA) refused to share with India.

And now everyone is waiting to see what will happen next. Will Russia marry East Ukraine and consummate their marriage ? Will the guys gang up and beat Mr. Russia ? Tune in next week to find out folks !

*credits roll*

The End*