The music was lost

The music was lost, in many things
The movies, the dinners, the dates,
The shopping, the arguments, fights,
Catching up with long lost old mates.

All the fishing, and all the road trips,
All the talking, all the late-night strolls,
All the gorging at the pastry shop,
The danish truffles, and the chocolate rolls,

The music was lost, in many things,
The music was lost in many more,
The music was lost in many flings,
The music was made into a bore.

All the classes, from school to college,
All the tennis, and all the dances
All the skating, all the bowling,
I remember all those lost chances.

All the deadlines, all the work
All the typing, all the papers,
All the nail-biting, the nerves,
All the griping, all the insane capers,

The music was in many things,
In many ways, and long ago,
The music was lost, never regained,
Never again to come once more...

A night of soft music

The nights are warming, the breeze is soft,
The stars come out now, clear and bright.
I wonder at the beauty of the sky,
And my guitar plays away into the night.

The notes are slow, the tune languid,
It's a hard day's night, and I just might,
Play away my blues, fiddle with the strings,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

Nighttime is as good, if not better,
To while away the thoughs of light,
And think of the things of dawn and dusk,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

No worries, no deadlines, no hurries, no grind
No buses, no horns, no fusses, no blight
No thoughts to cloud my mind
As my guitar plays away into the night.

No voices, no television, no radio,
No friends, no birds screaming their plight,
No planes buzzing above, no telephones,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

There'll be no end to this soiree, never,
Till the sun comes out burning ever so slight,
I think I'll sit here till that dawn comes,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

I could just play forever, and ever,
As I forget my hearing, my voice, my sight,
My touch and all my senses, my feelings,
As my guitar plays away into the night.

Soon, on the morrow, there'll be more,
More chores to do, another day to fight,
But for now, that is a universe away,
As my guitar plays into the night.

Untitled, as a fitting title.

Twinkle twinkle little star,
how I wonder who you are...

Behold, a baby. Or a toddler. Male or female, you don't know, can't know, what sort of human being will emerge. Will he be an artist, tormented by feelings and emotions, trying to express what he cannot? Will she be a dancer in childhood, forgetting all those lessons and practice in adolescence? Will he be a chauvinist or gallant? Will she be loose or virtuous? Will either ever ponder the difference, or just move on like everyone else?

The world, by its very existence, to me, seems incomplete. It is unfinished, as if the ultimate Programmer couldn't streamline things and left for Her coffee break, and quit Her job before ever coming back. This vortex inside my mind keeps making me wonder - is there a point to anything at all?

All these things that we are taught to care about - right and wrong, nice and bad, good and evil, they are now evidently shown to be highly subjective matters. Our dreams, which we are told are the mind's menanderings, wayword journeys of no importance, simply expressions of expression itself, are now of more import. My dreams mean more to me now. And thoughts are somewhere in between these dreams and reality.

For thoughts portray both dreams and reality. We think of what is, and what is not; of what could be, and what will definitely not. Of what ought to be, and what definitely should not. And whence from these directives? Whence from this guiding arrow of rightness? From within? Or from the collective without stretched across the vista of time?

Questions, more questions. And no answers, unless you seek them. And even then, only the ones that you decide to hold veracious for your own sake. Wherefrom then, is the guiding beacon to come in this journey from birth to the Life's Beyond? Am I to accept the preachers, the teachers, and the saying of varied classes of creatures? Am I to find meaning in what others have said, and keep it as the meaning for my own conscience?

Am I to consider any thought, any conjecture from my own mind worthless, unless sustained by support from the already collated wisdom of those having passed and engaged in passing in the without? Am I to peer suspiciously at any newfound notion that comes up an upstart in my brain?

These thoughts of thoughts are thoughts themselves. And not just thoughts at that, but thougts mingled with dreams and digressions from the established patter of thought. Do then, these thoughts, carry no weight in the world of dreams, as those hold down no weight in the world of thoughts? But then, are not these two worlds the same? The mind. My mind.

These two rivers merge, tumultous in their confluence. And nothing is clear enough in these waters.

So what remains? The self? But the self precludes any discussion with itself. There is too much haze, too much murkiness in the realm of consciousness, for me to try to see, to think of. Hie! Enough of thoughts. I shall sleep then, I think. Sleep, and dream.

Finally, a Quantumputer...

Its here. Finally, humanity has arrived into the era of quantum computing. All our problems are solved! Hurrah!!!

Ok, aside from all the hype, this IS a major breakthrough for planet Earth's dominant residents. We have barely begun to understand quantum tech, and this promises to integrate it inextricably into our day-to-day lives. Take a look at the backlink (Click on the title of this post).

Fears are now bound to arise over the possibility of a real MULTIVAC scenario (for those of you who read sci-fi in English Class). Financial Optimization is just one of the fields this will revolutionize. I can't even fully contemplate of the boundless possibilities that this will open up for our scientists and technologists. And it comes from Canada, a hitherto relatively backwater techology state in terms of public technological research. Just goes to show that the underdog always has a few surprises in store.

For a quick peek into just what this is all about, visit :

QC on Wiki

This is a bit technical. I remember writing about QC in one of my II sem assignments on Emerging Technologies. I was scoffed at for trying to put sci-fi into a technical paper. Vindicated, is the word I believe, to be used now...

Quantum computers aren't a new concept. The idea has been around for years now ( QC over the Years )

Other revolutionary computing technologies coming to break us away from just digicomps (Digital Computers) are:

• DNA Computers


• Enzyme Computers


• Moluecular Computers

Keep praying, techies...

Wishes.

Even though you left his morning,
My night has already descended.
I just keep wishing on an empty black sky,
When will the darkness be ended?

Strangely I feel no thirst, no desire,
No hunger, except for the one in my heart.
Though it seems foolish, I'm holding on,
From this first day we are apart.

You see, it is not just the separation,
But the pospect of what will follow after,
Will this be but a comma in our song,
Or an end-of-the-book disaster?

I miss you, having you around here,
With all your faults, though fewer than mine,
I promise I'll love you more,
And treasure you more all the time.

The days go by - one by one they fly,
But the minutes barely creep past.
It is a dilemma and I often wonder why,
Wishes move so slow, and life so fast.