A glance away

June 17th, 2006 admin

With a trembling hand I dare to write
of the day we both shall reunite.
Your smile will be but a glance away
sunny and blue, while the sky may grey.
The days of phone calls draw to a close,
long weekend flights and luggage woes.
The end approaches for goodbyes that ache,
and for promised that are easy to make,
yet hard due to the distance keep,
and the constant hunt for tickets cheap.
The day is close, the end near.
Though a beginning it will be, I fear
it shall come and take a part of me,
and a part of you, leaving but a memory.
Sweet beginning, yet a sad day,
when your smile will be but a glance away.

(Anil Krishna, June 17th, 2006)

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Hardened

June 15th, 2006 admin

With hope alone, comes dejection
Only expectations come crashing down,
Sacrifice leads only to more,
Where there is care, strife abounds.

Giving up is near and it teases,
Not caring is not too hard,
Yet love flutters briefly, struggles,
The heart hurts, burned and scarred.

It reminds itself of times gone by,
Memory is an innocent cloud,
Thoughts of promises kept and made,
Return with glimpses of happiness vowed.

The heart enchanted, seeks a fall,
Into what makes it feel alive,
Into hopes, efforts and promises,
Faith, trust and dreams naive.

It breaks again. It mends again.
And breaks a few times still.
Blinding drops of tears well up,
The remains are shards, gone is the will.

The heart once soft, accepts its greying world,
And gives up trying.
A hardened heart lives alone,
But never ends up crying.

( Anil Krishna, June 15th, 2006)

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Poisoned Wine

June 4th, 2006 admin

You are the Monarch of an Island and are about to have a festival tomorrow. The festival is the most important one you have ever had. You’ve got 1000 bottles of wine you were planning to open for the fiesta, but you find out that one of them is poisoned by some evil scoundrel. The actual poison exhibits no symptoms until somewhere around the 23rd hour, then results in sudden death. You have thousands of prisoners at your disposal.

1. What is the smallest number of prisoners you must have to drink from the bottles to find the poisoned bottle?
2. What is the smallest number of prisoners that you must sacrifice?
3. For the strong minded, what is the smallest number of prisoners if more than one bottle (say 2) is poisoned? Read More (pdf file)

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The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini

June 3rd, 2006 admin

The Kite Runner - Cover Image “Reading this book, tears flow down unabated and without warning …”, Kavita had informed me. “But it is such a beautiful story”, she had added. I was looking for a window into the people and politics, culture and psyche of Afghanistan, and this book seemed to promise a mix of both a “beautiful story” and “a window”. I picked it up at Borders in Cary, NC, and as I normally do, started to read it over a weekend in the store. The next weekend, less than even halfway through the novel, I bought it.Though Afghanistan, its people and their ways add colour and concrete to the story, the main themes of the story are timeless and universal - the pleasure of friendship, the pain of squandering it, of coming to terms with one’s true self, of growing up, of sacrifice, of ideals, of living up to those ideals. Amir, the protagonist of the novel, grows up in the 60’s and early 70’s in Afghanistan, where he lives in a big house with his father, their servant Ali and Ali’s son Hassan. Amir finds unfailing and radiant loyalty and friendship in Hassan. “Baba”, as Amir calls his father, is the ideal human being in Amir’s eyes, as he grows up. Amir strives to live up to his father’s expectations. The story winds its way through Amir’s childhood, Hassan’s unquestioning friendship, Amir’s relation with his father and Ali, through political turmoil in Afghanistan, how it affects all the people Amir knows, Amir’s youth in the USA, and his search for something that he is desperately missing in life - an atonement for his sins which brings him back to his motherland and the final redemption. Amir helps us all grow up a little, as he discovers what he has lost along the way and what he has gained. The development of his morality and values, shaped by self-reflection and instinct, by scheming and by accident, is a wonderful mirror into our own values and how we pick them up.

The book is powerful and honest, even to the point of being brutal. The language caresses the story to flow from one evocative scene to the next. The scenes are so real, it is like watching a movie. This book could be and probably should be made into a movie. It does drive you to the verge of tears at places. A story that is powerful and haunting yet tender and very human.

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