Nadirs And The Zenith

Last week, I stumbled upon something seriously quaint.

We all must have faced error messages of the type " abort/retry/fail?’ and ‘404-file not found" ( specially if you are a comp engineer there won't be a dearth of such messages.)Ever wondered , what it would be like to get error messages in the form of haiku poems? It may not reduce your trouble but it would certainly alleviate your suffering for a while.....
Reproduced below are some of the best ones :

Your file was so big.
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.

The web site you seek
Cannot be located, but
Countless more exist.

Chaos reign within.
Reflect, repent and reboot.
Order shall return.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

Windows NT crashed.
I am the blue screen of death.
No one hears your screams.

First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao-until
You bring fresh toner.

A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.

Three things are certain:
Death, taxes and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.

Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky.
But we never will.

Having been crashed,
The document you’re seeking,
Must now be retyped.

Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.

March 21st is the International poetry day.
I'm not a great poet( I guess with hardly 4 poems to my credit,I don't even deserve to call myself a poet), but I do love to read poetry. My favorites being Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and how can i forget Harivansh Rai Bachchan....

Back on memory lanes...I had always wanted to to become a poet...(one of my many childhood fantasies).
As a kid I used to love scribbling random things in my notebook. I used to read the poems in my textbook and would want to write one myself. There was one particular poem about the first rainy day, which I liked a lot. I used to imagine that situation wherein the poet must have penned it down. So that monsoon, even I decided to write a poem on rains. i took a pen and sat by the window watching the rain. I observed every little thing- the tiny rivulet the noise of the falling water, the battering of window panes, the little puppies running hitherto to find shelter and with the melange of all this gave birth to my first poem. What a proud feeling that was ! I compared myself to that poet and dreamed of publishing a collection of poems.... Time passed, academic pressure increased and it that dream of mine faded away.
Anyways, I would like to share one of my favorite poems here :

A moving tribute to Pilots all over....

Recently I came across Kurt Cobain's suicide note . This note affected me on a very deep level. It caused a flurry of emotions in my mind. And i really wanted to put it up on my blog.. So, here it is..

To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.
Peace, love, empathy.Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.For her life, which will be so much happier without me.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!


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