Moksha

The holy fire
setting my funeral ablaze
Your sacred breath
adding to the craze

I savor the
liberation of my soul
From the extremely
fragile fenced pole

A transformation
occurring in a flash
From merely a cigar
to mighty gray ash

AWESOME TWOSOME

Him, an epitome of
impeccable might
As mesmerizing at night
as he is through
the day and twilight

I, the blood
nourishing his veins.
Like the brook and soil,
I let him breathe
till I drain.

Together,
we give rides,
profound and long
with bonds
deep and strong.

Him, a mighty bike
and I,
the fuel he likes.

Resounding Quiescence

I stand hastily
wrapped around
in a filthy garment.
Perhaps it is
adequate; for I
am dormant.

You hesitate
to tread into
my frontier.
What is it in me
that you fear ?

The ruggedness
of my skin
or the sheer
hopelessness of my
ghastly grin ?

Fear not; I am just
a lonely scare crow.
Neither a friend
nor a foe !

Dark depiction

I decide against the
tints and hues
over speculations of
infinitesimal use.

A sheet of
white with streaks of
black squiggled all over.
There it lies,
the message I intend
to deliver !

Filled with
the aberrant signs
that are strewn,
I end up making
.
.
.
.
A cartoon !

Inspired by: This cartoon

Cartoon courtesy: Srivatsan's blog

The infinite loop

Inspired by a post in a blog that I happened to read today. I suggest you read that for a better understanding of my post.
Read it here

Inspirations are hard to come by these days and I owe one to Krishnamurthy. If you happen to read this, "Thanks a bunch for stimulating my neurons. They had been very very lazy of late."

So here it goes, my sequel to his post.

I believed that human beings are the result of a similar effort, being created out of primitive creatures, eventually evolving into the current state of intelligence. Today human beings are intelligent enough, not only to exhibit features such as natural language processing, logical reasoning and decision making, learning, and much more; but also make intelligent systems of their own.

Some how this theory makes perfect sense to me. (Another proud computer engineer). So I have worked out something to support Krish and here it goes.

A mere neanderthal (a non intelligent computer)

• to a cave man capable of producing and understanding sounds (that is when natural language processing was embedded )

• to the stone and metal age man who was capable of creating scripts and store them (updated to include the magical ingredient for Knowledge Representation)

• to the first set of civilizations (when man first began to look for *reasons* in order to *stay together*)

• to the robust modern age man (adapting to changes in place, culture, food, and needless to say a trillion other things -> MAchiNe learning :P)

It is not insane to assume that contemporary computer engineers are trying to replicate the process in order to make computers intelligent. (Well of course only under restricted conditions; no one wants a Matrix trilogy on Earth! :-o)

The biologist in me is in no mood to nod. Here is what she asked "What if these had happened by an accidental/deliberate manipulation of the creature's inner stuff by the creature itself ?" (Thanks! You could not have been more confusing :D )

The chemist in me came rushing to her rescue. "It could have also been something like the hyper/hypo secretion of an enzyme or a climatic change or the accidental addition of a certain molecule" (Oh please do not tell me a Computer is going to be intelligent if we bury it deep in the arctic snow with a motherboard made of a different material :D )

Eitherways, I dont have an answer. Do you ?

Disclaimer: Pun Intended !

A big thank you to KV for letting me read his bro's blog :D

A Throb

My aorta picks up
blood in accord with
the new beat
and the veins are
glad to take the
loop and repeat.

I stand still
wondering if the
feel was pleasant
or a bummer.
.
.
Hey, are you the drummer?

P.S. Ahem ! :P

A rescue

I watch you
crushing his
helpless throat.
Your vicious eyes
beaming with gloat.

Unruffled, despite
attempting a sin,
you send down
an evil grin.

With his gasps
getting worse
every passing minute,
I couldn't afford to
stand in a mere mute.

I decide to end the row
before you taste his meat.
Sans hesitation, I grab
the keyboard and press
Ctrl+Alt+Delete.


Now that is how I feel every time MS Office 2007 chokes my system x-(