Yes. My last post on blogger. Im moving to wordpress, and would be available at SunnySneh from now on. This seems to be like a last day mail while leaving the company. Thanks for being good blogger ! I will miss you.
Sunny days are here !
Signing off.
Snehith.
“For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.” – William Wordsworth - Daffodils
You are the daffodil to my heart
A thing of beauty that brings me always gay
I want to remove the differences between us
That are moving our hearts apart
When thoughts go wrong, and feelings get sunk
Tears flow along and the eyes seem drunk
An Ode to the heart never seemed to be fair
And the mind was lost in despair.
Those eyes which are full of life,
Eyes which can never betray
Like the bright of fire or the soothe of the lake
They are the abode that a man loves to stay
An inner voice said, what happened to you,
You were always so happy, so full of gay
Smile on the façade always was so true
But the truth behind it looks a mile away.
Innocence in the smile, as pretty as a child
Warmth that would never cease
Like the early sun or the humid earth
Like the cozy tunnel and winter morning breeze
Soft were the tears as I thought in gaze
It was never me, my voice replied
Mind felt inside like a barbwire maze
The pain was still fresh though long ago it died.
Cordial and tender as the petal of the flower
You occur to man as a bottle of wine,
A Privilege when cool and a fiery aftermath
Exotic as the beach and the candle light dine.
Love can happen in an easy span
No one predicted where the aftermath lead
It can rip off the soul of a man
Leaving on a path with no road ahead.
Why is it me ?, the voice asked
As the past slowly faded along
Autumn always followed with spring
But the voice sang the same song
The song which said nothing special
Nothing but love all around
It sang of the mirth that felt so warm
The mirth which was lost and never found
- Snehith Allamraju.
The law isn't justice. It's a very imperfect mechanism. If you press exactly the right buttons and are also lucky, justice may show up in the answer. A mechanism is all the law was ever intended to be. Raymond Chandler (1888-1959) U.S. writer of detective fiction.
My blog’s new theme is reminiscent of my opinion about the judicial system in India, Blank and White. I have been yearning to write about this topic which I feel has always troubled, after puzzling me. This is supposed to be a voice for my opinions on the legal system in India, the people and a few cases which I’ve noticed in the recent past. I google for the exact meaning of three terms which are interweaved into one another , and I find these.
Law : 1.the principles and regulations established in a community by some authority and applicable to its people, whether in the form of legislation or of custom and policies recognized and enforced by judicial decision.
Judiciary :
1. the judicial branch of government.
2. the system of courts of justice in a country.
Court :
a. A person or body of persons whose task is to hear and submit a decision on cases at law.
b. The building, hall, or room in which such cases are heard and determined.
c. The regular session of a judicial assembly.
Indian legal system has a single judiciary with three divisions, the district courts, the high court and the Supreme Court, the last one being at the helm and having the powers of the apex court. The ‘Sovereign Democratic Republic’ we are, as per the preamble of the constitution, it called for a need to align the judicial system into a bouquet of courts so as to ensure justice at any step of the hearing of a case. Though we have a federal system and existence of Central Acts and State Acts in their respective spheres, the constitution had generally provided for a single integrated system of Courts to administer both Union and State laws. Laws are again of various types such as criminal, administrative, constitutional, labour, marriage, property, cyber and more recently corporate. Let me not go into the details of them, but my area of concern is more towards the criminal laws and cases related to them.
The ‘system’ in India, as it is popularly known as, has off late been known for its ‘pro-politician’ nature and ‘anti-common man’ mentality. Siddharth in RDB says, “Yahan pe kuch bhi nahin badalne wala hai “. Such is the confidence of the common man in the Indian judicial system is that, courts are now a days known to be tangled and the verdicts given in major cases are almost always questioned in the higher court, or are influenced by men in power and money in their purses. Here are a few cases in the recent past that have been notable for their introduction of the phenomenon of “Trial by Media” in India.
Nitish Katara
Priyadarshini Mattoo
Jessica Lall
Arushi Talwar
March 7th.
3 Years..
24 posts...
55 comments...
(Read in Chiranjeevi's style in the navratan cool ad :P )
This pretty much sums up my blogging on this page.
8 posts per year on an average..Duh..
Agreed that studies were the main focus for the last first two years..
So i find myself blogging well ( well in the sense of better than the previous ) from june last year..with 12 posts out of the 24 coming till date since june'07.
Google Analytics has been a very good help.But i guess i need to comment on more(newer,strangers') blogs, improve the quality and the variety of posts, and of course most importantly the frequency.
Aiming to do that in the times to come.
I've always blogged for myself and for the passion of writing something and to find myself on a constant learning and improvement curve in terms of my language,expression and quality of writing on the whole.
"Seeking to express emotional experiences along with the impressions on the external world.." I say..And i still seek that.Expression remains the order of the day,words the constitution.
It may not be an achievement.But for me it has been a space which i've always looked up to for being myself.And i love it.
Will leave you with some Statistics for the blog for the period Feb 5 '08 to Mar 6 '08
63 visits
34 absolute unique visitors
78 pageviews
1.24 average page views
00:01:00 Time on site ( Wish to improve that one )
85.71% bounce rate ( kool !! )
47.62 new visits
They found him lying in a pool of blood on the sands in the beach. The blood mixed with the wet sand was ravishing red but not pungent. His hands were tied with coconut ropes which were sold at a nook corner of the beach. The location was quite strange for such a horrible murder, because it was usually a lovers’ paradise. The quiet beach with the mountains in the back drop and warm, wet sand to stroll through and perfect palm trees and think bushes around. The body lying beneath the tree suggested that it was in harmony with the colors around and above it.
His hair was stranded. There was a calm sense prevailing in his face. It showed no emotions what so ever, but just at the look of it one got the feeling of content and warmth. It was as if he was fully content with the state his body was in. His back was stabbed with the tree branch lying beside the body now, and his white shirt with the red blood was like a new fashion statement. His rugged beard was smeared with blood as well, and his face was beaten up with such violence that it felt as if it had been banged to the rocks a thousand times. But still his eyes stood still, wide open. They looked as if they were searching for something for a long time, and had got them finally with the state he was in. Blood trickling from the nose had dried up, and looked like the icing on a cake.
His body was bruised badly, and his hands and legs showed signs of him being whipped like a cow on its back. His denim jeans, torn at the feet, were subject to the tide waters all night, and so were like fresh vegetables ready to be cooked. His fingers seemed as if they were bitten, by human or by animals it made no difference. But his palms looked as if they were desperate to hold to something very dear, but couldn’t. There was a sense of desire in those fingers. A desire to move. But in a position that they cannot. The body was still, and the hair moved gently in the sea breeze blowing in the quiet morning.
People were all around the place. For this was the first time they had heard of news about a murder in this place famous as a cupid’s home. The police came around, sealed the place for security. Called up the ambulance and started looking for clues. They searched virtually everywhere except for the deep blue waters. This was their first case in many many years, and the first murder case within their police station limits. They had only solved burglaries till now. But never murders. This was the first one, and it was a brutal one to start with. Amid sobs from the local junta,The ambulance arrived. They cleaned up the body. As soon as they lifted the body and were pushing it into the van, the police had found their clue.
It was a clue. But it left them clueless.
It said “ I love you ra – From your sweetheart” on the sand beneath the body..
" Deii..Rhomba feel pannavai " This was the first line i learnt in Tamil ( with the help of Y! audibles )..and whenever i figured out some of my friends were from Madras, i sat by their side and tried to figure out what they were talking.
During my training days, my batch happened to be mixed with a few hundred odd people from Madras.And luckily for me, few of them happened to me my batchmates then , my teammates after that.During training, i used to poke around them saying " Dude u guys have to teach me Tamil ". They asked why i wanted to learn tamil so eagerly. I used to reply saying because i am a fan of Trisha ( Read Nayanatara now :P ), i want to watch her movies.They said that we make a deal.I teach them telugu and they would teach me Tamil.
When i was into a project, i was the only guy who dint understand/spoke Tamil.One guy from Hyderabad ( my batchmate and roomie ) could understand Tamil, and my senior pros in the project used to speak in Tamil I cudn't figure out what they were speaking about and also looked a bit foolish when i used to smile at the jokes which i dint understand.But then determination paved in.And slowly but surely, i have started to understand little bit of tamil, though i can't speak it except for small words and phrases like " Vaymudu" , " Saaptiya " , " Solraan " , " Adaappavi "( I heard it wada-pav the first time, the food freak which i am :P ) .And i've been addicted to use "da" and "macha" along with "maadi","mama","babai","orey"..
Got to know that Tamil has its very own slangs like all languages do, and that the one spoken in Madras is the cocktail of tha lot.My cousins stay in chennai, and so i messaged them one day saying "Saaptiya ?", and they were like what's wrong with this guy..
PS : Naan oru thadamai sonna, nooru thadamai sonnaa maadiri :)
PPS : NOM
PPPS : I prefer 'Madras' to 'Chennai' , 'Bombay' to 'Mumbai', 'Calcutta' to 'Kolkata', 'Poona' to 'Pune', 'Bangalore' to 'Bengalooru'...
PPPPS : I wanted to write more, but dont know why i am unable to write what i intended to
First of all..Many Happy Returns of the day to everyone who were born today ! Good to know that you grow an year older officially once in only 4 years..I wonder how well u would celebrate it to make worth of the wait :P
February 29th.The extra day.This date reminds me always of the frustration i faced/face while working on Calendar based problems in Aptitude.
The concept:February 29 is a date that occurs only every four years, in years evenly divisible by 4, such as 1988, 1996, 2008 or 2016 (with the exception of century years not divisible by 400, such as 1900).
The Algorithm : if ((year modulo 4 is 0) and (year modulo 100 is not 0)) or (year modulo 400 is 0) then leap else no_leap
Few interesting facts :
* There is a tradition that women may make a proposal of marriage to men only in leap years, further restricted in some cases to only February 29.
* In 1712,February 29 is followed by February 30 in Sweden, in a move to abolish the Swedish calendar for a return to the Old style.
* A person who was born on February 29 may be called a "leapling". In non-leap years they may celebrate their birthday on 28 February or 1 March.
Edit : In a few years from now..May be for the next leap year, i wish to see myself 4 folds from what i am now,in thought,in writing,in knowledge,in my purse if u want me to add, but not in physical size mind you.
The quiz : Someone prominent from India was born/passed away on Feb 29th.. Any idea ??
Wanted to make a post on feb 29th..I wish i improve in my frequency of posting and the substance of the posts for the next feb 29th..
తన కురులను తాకుతూ లాలించు అంది నా మనసు
తనలో దాగున్న అందం నాకే తెలుసు
సూతి మెత్తని తన చేతి లో చేయి కలిపి నడవాలని నా ఆశ
తాను లేకపోతే వ్యర్థం ఈ జీవితం, ఆగిపోతుంది శ్వాస..
..స్నేహిత్
