Mahatma Gandhi:

“There is more to life than simply increasing its speed.”

Arthur Schopenhauer:

“Talent hits a target no one else can hit; genius hits a target no one else can see.”

Mark Twain:

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make your feel that you, too, can be great.”


In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you..”

Doug Ivester:

“Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.”

Albert Einstein:

“If you always do what you always did, you will always get what you always got.”

Lao Tzu:

“He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still.”

James Joyce:

“A man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors are volitional and are the portals of discovery.”


Irish Met Society Photography Competition 2012

What do you think of my entries for the Irish Met Society Photography Competition 2012?

Both pictures below are from one of my favorite locations in Ireland called Castletownbere, Co. Cork.


Leonard Cohen:

“Ring the bells that still can ring 
Forget your perfect offering 
There is a crack in everything 
That’s how the light gets in.”


“No! try not. Do or do not. There is no try.”

Oscar Wilde:

“Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack imagination”

Prasanna Ellanti – from yours truly 😉 :

“The future of personal computing, is that it is more personal and less computing.”

Ayn Rand:

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.”

Alan Kay:

“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.”

Eugene Ware:

“All glory comes from daring to begin.”


“Happiness is not having what  you want, but wanting what you have.”

Mahatma Gandhi

Couldn’t have said it any better – all businesses especially the services industry should learn from this insight.

“Who is a customer? The customer is the most important visitor on our premises. He is not dependent on us. We are dependent on him. He is not an interruption of our work. He is the purpose of it. He is not an outsider in our business, he is part of it. We are not doing him a favour by serving him. He is doing us a favour by giving us an opportunity to do so.”


Helen Keller:

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”

Albert Einstein & Me: 
I amened Albert’s original quote, I think this is more interesting.

“Being Logical will get you from A to Z through 24 other letters; Being a Genius will get you from A to Z by skipping lots of letters; Being Imaginative will get you everywhere.”


William Shakespeare:

“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”

Roy Croft – Love Is

As it is the day for Love (14/02) regardless of where it may have started, here is a favourite poem from Roy Croft for all the romantics out there. Too fluffy?? then check out Pablo Neruda, who is also another favourite.

I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern, But a temple;
Out of the works, Of my every day
Not a reproach,
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

By Roy Croft.

Albert Einstein:

“Try not to become a man of success but a man of values.”

Benjamin Franklin:

“Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.”

Lucius Annaeus Seneca (Roman Philosopher):

“Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.”

Edwin C. Bliss

“Success doesn’t mean the absence of failures; it means the attainment of ultimate objectives. It means winning the war, not every battle.”


John Keats – Ode To A Nightingale

A great poem about reality, imagination, and tranquillity of being one with nature.

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness,
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
Cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
And purple-stained mouth;
That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs,
Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster’d around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light,
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast fading violets cover’d up in leaves;
And mid-May’s eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call’d him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
In such an ecstasy!
Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain
To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!
No hungry generations tread thee down;
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days by emperor and clown:
Perhaps the self-same song that found a path
Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,
She stood in tears amid the alien corn;
The same that oft-times hath
Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell
To toll me back from thee to my sole self!
Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is fam’d to do, deceiving elf.
Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now ’tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:–Do I wake or sleep?

By John Keats.

Michael Jordan:

“I’ve missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I’ve lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I’ve been trusted to take the game-winning shot and missed. I’ve failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.”

Ruyard Kipling – If

One of my all time favorites from Kipling – you may recognise it.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

By Ruyard Kipling.

Oscar Wilde:

“Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.”

John Lennon:

“Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.”

Dennis Ritchie (R.I.P):

“UNIX is very simple, it just needs a genius to understand its simplicity.”

Edgar Allan Poe – A Dream Within A Dream

A good poem about loss and wanting from Edgar Allan Poe – to me it is that frustrated moment when you thought up the world’s greatest idea during a day dream and lost it when you looked the other direction.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

By Edgar Allan Poe

Les Brown:

“Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley – Ozymandias

A great poem from Shelley.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert…Near them, on the sand,
half sunk, a shatttered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor wellthose passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

By Percy Bysshe Shelley.

Bhagavad Gita:

“The only thing all successful people have in common is that they’re successful, so don’t waste your time copying “the successful strategies” of others.”

Dale Carnegie:

“Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success.”


“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”

Winston Churchill:

“Success is the ability to go from one failure to another with no loss of enthusiasm.”

Twitterize Yourself And See How You Compare Against Your Friends Or Celebrities?

If you are on twitter, then discover how you rate, and even how you compare to others through an auto-generated infographic.

I came across this interesting project from called Twitterize. Check it out.

Here is how I compared with Jimmy Carr: – Better Than Ever

I decided to upgrade the theme of my blog recently, because originally I intended it to be a photography blog. I soon realised as it has progressed over the past few months, this new theme is better suited.

My original theme was the free Autofocus+ by AllanCole (with a lot of customisations).

The new theme is ShakenGrid by Shaken&Stirred.

Hope you like it as much as I do…and please be patient while I finish upgrading the site.

Austin Clarke – The Planter’s Daughter

An interesting poem about the feudal system in Ireland of all things through the perception of beauty.

When night stirred at sea,
An the fire brought a crowd in
They say that her beauty
Was music in mouth
And few in the candlelight
Thought her too proud,
For the house of the planter
Is known by the trees.Men that had seen her
Drank deep and were silent,
The women were speaking
Wherever she went —
As a bell that is rung
Or a wonder told shyly
And O she was the Sunday
In every week.

By Austin Clarke.

DSLR Basics – A Manual Cheat Sheet

A beautiful manual cheat sheet for the DSLR photographer from Petapixel.



Should You Really Be A Startup Entrepreneur??

Through Techcrunch, I came across this guest post by veteran silicon valley VC, Mark Suster, who asks “Should you really be a startup entrepreneur?”.

I am glad I came across this article even if I was slow in finding it, as it really cement some of my thinking in this space.

Rather than reveal the good insights of the article, I suggest you read it yourself and draw your own conclusions.

Check out the article here.



Albert Einstein:

“Out of clutter, find Simplicity. From discord, find Harmony. In the middle of difficulty lies Opportunity.” – Become Awesome At Excel!

I have become an excel guru (not a geek ;-)) for a long time now and I wanted to share the one resource which has helped me achieve this.

The site is called, created by Purna Duggirala a.k.a Chandoo a.k.a Pointy Haired Dilbert. He make the world of Excel bearable, usable, and cool. The site itself contains a large number of tutorials, not as many “idiot’s guide to excel” ones as I’d like, but more for the improver and advanced levels.

Specifically check out some of the mad looking dashboards that he is able to create on his site – first thought would be “how the hell was he able to do that!”…next one..”I want to do that!”.

Prasanna Ellanti – “I am…En-Tre-PreNeuR”

A poem about being an entrepreneur in a moment of inspiration..hope you like it:

I am, what I am,
In a closet, of hopes and dreams,
Shackled not to daily drudgery,
But a necessary life, inorder to attain.

I am a developer,
Of content and oft time coded and loved equally,
I have seen and sowed and reaped perhaps.
At any moment,
A seed, a spark of imagination, life, or location,
Can inspire me.

I am not woman nor man, but a preacher of sorts,
Yet I yearn to be better than the rest,
Waiting to be plauded,
Laurels resting on high values and valuations.

Wealth is a goal, but not The goal,
A better life to achieve, yes,
At least an interesting one to live,
Morals to set,
Visions to create,
And My Vision,
To convince others of my simple and pure truth.

Expecting and accepting failures,
Searching for virtuous successes and triumphs,
The respect of my peers,
Euphoric, on days when I create,
Euphoric, solemnly, on days when I cling to hope.

I am Ent-Re-PreNeuR,
And that is all that I am.

By Prasanna Ellanti.

Robert Frost – The Road Not Taken

An interesting poem about life choices and no regrets.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

By Robert Frost.

Ernest Hemingway:

“Courage is grace under pressure.”

Seamus Heaney – Mid Term Break

An emotional poem from Seamus Heaney, about encountering death at childhood.

I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close,
At two o’clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying–
He had always taken funerals in his stride–
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were “sorry for my trouble,”
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o’clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on the left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in a cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.

By Seamus Heaney – a intriguing data visualisation company.

I stumbled across across my various ventures online. – data visualisation company. Infographics are a great way to visualise and communicate data, and Jess3 do a great job of it.

Similar to my previous post that involve infographics (from VisionMobile, and InstantShift), I have chosen one of my favourite infographic from Jess3 represents the geosocial universe, which showcases the current size major social networks and the companies involved, as a universe with planets, stars, and a sun.

Also, this is a great article from on the current geosocial universe, if you want to find out more.

Prasanna Ellanti:

“God is about faith, and religion is a certain way of belief – I am faithful and not religious!”

Cleaning your camera lens…the awesome, but OCD way!!

More from my photography series of posts…. published this article with the original video from the Nikon Hotline Help Site.

It is pretty good and accurate, but god help me is this so OCD.

Check out the video….you’ll know what I mean.

Hiking in the Sugarloaf Mountains

The photo here were taken while I was hiking in the Sugarloaf mountains, Co. Wicklow in September 2010…its was freezing and windy, but a beautiful day nonetheless.

The hike itself is a sharp 30minute climb, where you scramble up the last bit at the top.

The photos were taken on my HTC Hero (5MP) phone.

PetaPixel – A Great Photography Blog

Check out the awesome photography blog,, for all things photography and video. I use it quite a bit, and they have some great articles…including my previous post on the Digital SLR simulator.

Learn Digital SLR without the cost of the camera itself!

For all the camera beginners, enthusiasts, and wannabe’s….I found this awesome flash resource, which lets you test your hand at the main controls on an SLR camera. If you ever wondered what it is like to own an SLR, or why there were so many buttons and knobs on your SLR, this site is quite good at explaining the main settings (aperture, shutter speed, lighting, focus etc).

Check it out on….its pretty cool.

Henry Ford

“A business that makes nothing but money is a poor business.”

William Butler Yeats – Sailing To Byzantium

A poem that caught my curiosity back in school, and I just couldn’t figure it out for ages, but a great piece nonetheless:

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

By W. B. Yeats

Splitting Sides and Twitting Wits

I came across a comedy website the other day called Splitsider…its basically a news/blog/website about comedy and the people who bring comedy to the world.

In particular I like the daily best tweets from comedians – taken from the WitStream – check out the ones from the day of the British Royal Wedding…lol..i was in tears with a couple of them.

I am now officially hooked on Splitsider and WitStream…check them out for yourself.

Patrick Kavanagh – Memory Of My Father

A beautiful piece from my school days:

Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered.
That man I saw in Gardner Street
Stumbled on the kerb was one,
He stared at me half-eyed,
I might have been his son.
And I remember the musician
Faltering over his fiddle
In Bayswater, London,
He too set me the riddle.
Every old man I see
In October-coloured weather
Seems to say to me:
“I was once your father.”

By Patrick Kavanagh

3D Display on an IPad…and no glasses required!

Ok…I wasn’t convinced to buy an  IPad2, until I saw this video. It is one of the coolest things that you can do.

Basically they use the front facing camera on the IPad to detect the user’s head movements and adjusts the image displayed on the screen to effectively produce a 3D image…all without wearing any stupid glasses. Check out the link here.

William Wordsworth – Daffodils

One of my first lessons in poetry and all time favorites:

I wander’d lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretch’d in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: –
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed – and gazed – but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

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.

By William Wordsworth.

Easy (or not so easy) ways to succeed as an entrepreneur published an interesting take on the world of being successful as an entrepreneur, written by James Altucher.

After many years of watching dragons den, and reading various books and articles for entrepreneurship, it is certainly not for the faint hearted.

Have a read here and see what you think.


Max Ehrmann – Desiderata

Thoughts on how to live your life to the fullest and best.

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

By Max Ehrmann (circa. 1927)

Nathaniel Hawthorne:

“Happiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you”

Paul May – An audio story of swimming

A old m8 and ex-triathlon buddy, Paul May, for one of his courses, Collective Storytelling in NYU, created a piece called “Swimming”.

The story is a combination of peoples memory of their first swim, mixed with sounds of swimming from a local pool. It’s funny how much I could relate the sounds and my first experience, when my mum brought me and my siblings to a local pool in the Coolmine Sports Centre at the age of 10. I have loved swimming since then, long before my serious triathlon days. If you share mine or Paul’s love of swimming…listen to the audio story (with headphones if you can) and see how it makes you feel…


100 Push-ups – I am gonna do it!

Ever since I was physically active as a child, I have always failed miserably are push-ups. Even back in my full-on triathlon days. I used to lift a lot of weight, do a lot of cardio such as swimming and cycling up-to 5 times a week each. Even with this hectic schedule of fitness, I sucked when it came to doing basic pushups.

I have endeavoured to do the 100pushups program…and dammit I am motivated!

So judging by the effort and time-scale of 6 weeks, at 3 days per week, I should be able to do 100 push-ups, beginning today, by 04 May 2011.

I printed out the pocket version and I will keep this post updated as I progress….it should be fun…really looking forward to this actually.

Come on…you know you want to try it…do it….do it…do it with me 😉



Madhu Chamarty – My Milieu

Vacillations of the summer wind,
Distant tune of a French harmonica playing on the radio,
Ambient noises from a slowly retiring city,
This my milieu as I lay in bed

Then it began, the sweet nostalgia of my lifespan (so far!)
echoes of distant memories,
of childhood playgrounds and rustic townhouses,
of crowded schoolyards, Angrezi cars and late night bazaars (well said!),
This my milieu as I lay in bed

Of friends made and relatives lost,
places seen and stages past,
Many a sight rushing through the head,
from Hyderabad to Dublin’s Brazen Head,
This my milieu as I lay in bed

Then appeared an old lady,
with her dog and her book, on the balcony next door,
With hands as frail as the window sill, and a gaze as thick as the midsummer haze,
I could almost feel her breath, heavy with wisdom, age and memories stead,
This my milieu as I lay in bed

My mind continued its race through the past,
drawing up a portrait so intricate yet so fast,
A mental theatre of life: the night’s natural tune, images with skin and blood,
(Oh, The Bard is remembered!)
This my milieu as I lay in bed

I decided to rest, amidst the sounds of wind chimes and Orioles,
The old lady gave one last look,
to turn in with her Whippet and her book,
Two different people, as apart as can be,
Brought together briefly, just for a time, or perhaps for eternity

What was her thought, I wondered, was it a conscious stream?
While there I was, swaying in my subconscious dream,
Juxtaposed we were, either at random or by fate’s intricate thread, (or His spread?)
I closed my eyes to fall asleep; my heart grew fonder of the moonlight up ahead,
This my milieu as I lay in bed.

By Madhu Chamarty.

Madhu Chamarty – The Uncommon

Interesting thoughts from an insightful friend.

Testing times presented to all,
some shy away, some may fall,

There are some, unlike the rest,
those that rise, rise above the best,

When asked how, and like who?
be uncommon, and they point to you.

By Madhu Chamarty.

Startup Visa that works

I love, it is one of those sites that is like catnip for an technology information junkie.

I was browsing through it and found this article, which was quite cool. It relates to the struggle of being an non-US citizen and building a start-up in the US.

They are going to change the legal policy, which should now make it easier to do so in the US.

Check out the article here.

A gadget lovers wet dream –

I love this website… I can’t get enough of it.

If you ever get Stuff Magazine, they source some of their cool gadget stories from

Check it out….Here is an example of one such article for a 6 pack holder for a bike.



Prasanna Ellanti – Elegy for a withered soul

Post from March 2009:

O’withered soul,
Darkness does shine for you,
Not a laugh or smile to light you, no melodies,
A smile, her candour means no more to me.

To stand the will to live, flee,
Into the darkness, to find comfort on a broken kinship,
But carry with thee the scar of those memories, deeply, and
With wretched wanting.

by Prasanna Ellanti.

Madhu Chamarty – Three Wise Men

Post from October 2008:

Here’s an ode to three wise men I know,
Each so decorated, with much to bestow
What brought them to me? Chance, perhaps fate?
Many a good quality, they encapsulate

First there was the quiet one, stoic & simple,
Imparting wisdom as a matter of principle,
Brevity, intellect, but seemingly aloof;
I used to wonder, why no thought, no debate,
Then it dawned on me:
In matters of the heart, his word was most accurate

Then the stern one, open and fun,
With many a fair friend and advice unexplained,
Tough to perceive, caring with some restraint,
Then it dawned on me:
What he says is seldom faint

Finally the buoyant one, a friend to everyone,
Pleasant, effervescent, but an open book to none,
Crossing stages, reinforcing learning (yes, quite)
Like brothers in arms marching through philosophical fields,
Then it dawned on me:
Emotional mines we unsealed, imbibing all that introspection yields

Thus I carry on, amidst winds of change,
On the shoulders of giants, with collective strength in range,
Calmer, wiser, aware and “on the way”;
We may part ways, each with a different sway
But in my memory these three wise men will remain always.

by Madhu Chamarty.

Pablo Neruda – I do not love you…

Post from October 2008:

Part of the series on poetry that inspires me.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. 

by Pablo Neruda.

Here is to new beginnings…

I have decided to migrate my blog from my old html/ pages and use WordPress instead. Watch this space.

The new site is being constructed with the WordPress theme Autofocus+, so that I can start putting up all my various photographic adventures online.

I also plan to migrate all my old featured posts here.


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