Stray Birds

Nut cracker. , a photo by Pavan Daxini on Flickr. Clicked this one during autumn 2010. Memories.

Dear Stuti, I am substituting this little verse for the traditional "Happy birthday to you, enjoy your day" post on your wall, a 140-character tweet or a forwarded text message. I know it's a little unconventional way to wish someone "happy birthday", but here it goes. Hope you like it. ---- It was the seventh day of the month sixth. A hushed cry echoed through the busy corridors. It drowned in the metal clicks, hurried footsteps, the squalls and hollers. Amid all these she was born. Much like a little angel in the face of the earth. It was a happy day. Days passed. The cries grew louder and clearer. Soon weeks, months and years passed. The cries transformed into a smile. Myriad colors sparkled in her eyes. They spoke of dreams. It was a beautiful smile. The early years. Blossom, wind, rains and heat witnessed her. With the winds, she ran freely. She played hard, sang kicked, cried, scratched and laughed. She threw pebbles in fre...

Need to grow either wings or fins , a photo by Pavan Daxini on Flickr. Random picture from Kerala Visit.

Saw your face in the crowd the other day, I remember what you used to say, Remember those songs we used to sing, The memories of the old times still ring. The forever blinding gaze, Surrounded by the Christmas lights, And that staring endlessly, Into cold starry nights. With hand in hand, Remember that moonlight walk? The sound of outdrawn breaths? Overhearing the mute cries? Yeah! I remember you. Bounded by the silent reproach, Words sometimes sound so meek, Few unsolicited questions, And a couple of answers to seek. The time has flew, The years passed in haze, Plastic smiles that survived, Tears been long vaporized, Old memories now amaze. It's Christmas Eve, Sitting by the attic I look past the horizon, The remembrance surrounds the night, And the lights still shine so bright. On the table lay two cups of coffee, And some shear and strain, Besides rests an empty chair, And no one to brew the pain. Trains of thoughts rush by, The fondling re...

The distant smells that come my way, Seem to be ripe and sway, I wish not to see the dark times ahead, Hear not the rumbling screams and cries, My gaze fixed upon their revealing face, As them demons of future stare back, And nothing save the benighted omen, To be found in those frightful eyes. ---- OKAY. It's one week before I face my sixth sem ester end-semester exams. And, continuing my tradition from last semester, I decide to return with my idiotic blogpost(s). So, I am  just surfing through my archives, and -   VOILA! - I  discover this.  While written way back, this mini verse, never sounded more apt. Pavan, 17 April, 2011 

God & Golem, Inc: A Comment on Certain Points Where Cybernetics Impinges on Religion , published in 1964, has been penned down by Norbert Wiener. Wiener (1894-1964) happens to be the coiner of the term ‘cybernetics’ in its modern sense. Wiener is a well-regarded mathematician and has a vast number of technical papers to his credit. However God and Golem Inc, has very little to do with the subtleties of theoretical physics or mathematics, it concerns itself majorly with socially relevant issues of cybernetics that intersect with religion. The author here refrains himself from using any highly technical phrases to prove his points. Some of the ideas do remain rather vague, as a result of this approach. But it seems necessary as the book caters to a much wider audience this way.  The three main issues, discussed throughout a number of short essays in the book, are:  Machines which learn themselves Machines which have capacity to reproduce themselves The relation bet...

Thought me had no one, Noone to take care mine, Take mine care, Before it was, Noticed your, Small your paws, Brown fur, A rat me all got, All me got, Trapped inside both, The same gutter, Rat got the me, Me got rat, Both we bored, Enough ignored, Our shared stories, Biologist and histories, Bonded really we, Shared all could we, Shared food our, We shared our food, He shared his body, Me shared mine hunger, And left was me, All alone, Me was alone, Inside the gutter. -Pavan 22 November, 2010