From "List" to person

Today is special for me on account of many reasons. First of all, today at 11 am ,nearly after 8 years, I began reading an English novel ( I don't understand why I had this hatred of novels that alienated me from fictional works). But more important was that today, I saw the best movie I have seen till date, "Schindler's List", a 184 minute long epic. Each moment, each frame of the movie was powerful enough to captivate one's mind and I wasn't an exception. I had felt Speilberg magic with "Saving private ryan", but this experience is beyond words.

Set on the background of NAZI invasion of Poland during Second World War, the story moves through the life of a German businessman and his efforts to save Jews in Poland from the holocaust. Technical aspect of the movie deserves a perfect 10, the movie keeps its flow throughout and the screenplay is powerful which is very well supported by excellent performance on screen. Its a perfect movie by my standards and I wonder why it remains 6th in IMDB ratings when it should be holding the top position.

After watching the movie, I just went through various reviews and different perspectives about the movie and was stunned to know it was a movie based on a real person. That's when I went through various articles about that person and came to know about Oskar Schindler who spent all his money to save 1100 Jews from death and created a new generation of so called "Schindler Jews". He was an unsuccessful businessman, but a philanthropist and his life is an example of how a business minded person transforms into a philanthropist. The movie perfectly portrays Schindler's character and is a tribute to lacs of Jews who had been killed in various concentration camps and also to the man who turned out to be a Saviour of 1000s of Jews in Poland who were rescued from the holocaust. The movie is a treat to eyes that deserves to be recorded in our hearts forever.

Last page from college

The epic of 3years, 9 months and 16 days was to end today and I was sure, it wouldn't be easy for any one of us to take it for granted. I was to enter my campus, probably for the last time, as a student and so I wanted to reach college in time , but it never happened and I entered when the clock ticked 11. Certain things never change. Most of my classmates were present at the corridor and were chitchatting. I think this is the only art we learnt during past four years and no much other technical skills. I had gained mastery over it and soon I too got into the groove.

We shared those olds thoughts, the pet names that we had for each other and in between , took some time to complete the procedure to procure the conduct certificate. The time was running out, it wasn't anything new, 4 years had run away and I never knew. Finally it was 5 in the evening, it was drizzling, most of my friends had gone by then, some of them to hostels, some of them straight back to their homes. I was sitting in the corridor, with none nearby, loneliness was slowly creeping in when one of my classmates called me. She was on her way back to hostel and she would be vacating the hostel tomorrow. She was the first person I met in the college four years back, we had a lot of memorable moments, probably there wasn't a single day in these four years when I hadn't teased her, she liked it too; we were very good friends. She looked at me and spoke in a trembling voice," da I am go..."; she burst into tears, I have never seen her cry like this, atleast I couldn't watch someone crying like this. I pulled out my handkerchief from my back pocket and gave it to her, I didn't look at her face. I put in rather an emotionless face, she wiped off her tears, but it didn't seem to stop; I shook hands with her, I preferred not to look at her face, she was gripping my hand tight, I pulled it off and waved my hands at her signaling her to go. I performed the whole act rather emotionless, she was still weeping. She knows, from tomorrow , there is none to mock her like I did and for me , there's none like her who would tolerate my severe, at times cruel teasing. She moved away and I could see she was still weeping while she was climbing the steps back to her hostel; probably she would be doing it for the last time.

It was raining, raining hard and strong within me and I felt my eyes were getting diluted, I was finding it hard to take in. By then one of my classmates was present near me, He knew I was starting to break off and he spoke, " centi adikellada patti"( dont be emotional). Soon he snatched my handkerchief and the rest is anyone's guess.I was talking to him as well as myself," The inevitable has just happened, it happens in everyone's life. My cousin always say, nowadays, once you are out of college it doesn't mean your friends are all parted off, you will all meet together probably at your work place, I am sure that will happen with us too". I was consoling me and my friend, but both knew it might be a mere consolation, but hoped it would turn into a reality. Soon I moved off from my campus, I didn't look back this time, I wanted too, but... It was a long journey back to home. it was drizzling through out while I was in the bus. Rain drops trickled from the window grill of the bus and I kept staring at them. Our moments have passed like trickling drops one by one, and we watched them go silently. Finally when the last drop trickled down into the memory lane today, I feel I am still not completely wet. I loved my college, I loved my friends, wanted to be there, but the rain has stopped. I have no other way, but get ready to feel the new season.

-Varun Krishna

Stephen part-2

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A prejudiced mind's perspective happens to be half blinded, Stephen was concerned with knowing why his mom is interested in eating out his nerves all the time, he thought her love for him was degrading with every moment passing by, his immaturity pampered his thoughts well supported by his wildest imagination. He was busy finding reasons to prove that she never loved him, and to his rescue, he soon got the most powerful reason. One day while playing at his backyard, the ball bounced and went flying to the neighbour's yard, he silently, slipped into the neighbour's compound, took the ball and was about to get back, but the conevrsation in the house stopped him, his neighbour was talking about Stephen's family. He preferred hearing them and soon a shock wave screwed his nerves, he found himself sinking, he ran back to his home, he was no longer in the mood of playing.

The Usual Suspects

One hour and fifteen minutes have passed since I saw the movie, "The Usual Suspects", but still I can feel some part of me resisting to accept the outstanding climax the movie provides, how can one ever plot such a sensational, mind blowing story.

An American thriller of 1995, directed by Bryan Singer , has its plot howering around five criminals who are intially detained as suspects for a truck robbery. The story is infact the first hand narration of a person who was the lone survivor of a bomb explosion in a boat. 27 persons have been killed and the lone survivor is forced to narrate the whole story and the plot from the beginning. I am forced to stop my diclosure of story here since it can seriously hamper your viewing pleasure.

I have to admit that initially I found it hard to keep up with the pace of the movie, but soon I was glued to my seat and it was pure 1 hour and 41 minute entertainer. All the actors have shown sincerity to their roles and especially, Kevin Spacey was brilliant. I would suggest you to watch the movie and I bet it will be a sensational treat to the eyes. There is no surprise why, the movie stands at 20th position in IMDB's top 250 movies ever made in Hollywood.

Stephen part-1

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All aren't lucky when it comes to the state of being loved, but he was very lucky, probably the luckiest. Gracy was as soft as a feather to him and David never ever had a raised eyebrow at him. Too much love at times creates a spoilt brat and here too, the situation wasn't different. Stephen was getting too much pampered, his naughtiness was, exceeding all limits, but Gracy and David preferred silence, their silence was his license.

Stephen

The winds from the west had always been soothing and cool. Its not the first time they brought rains along with them. The coolness of wind, the freshness of rain, the smell of earth , all coordinated to give a wonderful feel of the nature whenever they came . This day was no different. It was a beautiful day and the light showers sprinkled freshness into its charm and beauty. None could ever be sad given such bliss of nature to feel and live on, but sadness filled the air at one home.

Gracy and David were still not out of it, how could they ever be; it was like nurturing a small plant , see it grow well and one day, all of a sudden, you see it crushed by nature. Stephen wasn't just like a plant, he was their life, their dreams , he was their son. Days have passed since he left them, but they could still see him running on the corridors, scratching the walls with his half broken scale, shouting and howling songs of Linkin park. Memories of Stephen still rule their days and nights, he was still a child when he died, but it seemed God needed him badly.

Sweetest memories hurt the most when life flips 180 degrees. She still recalls the day when Stephen was handed over to them. He was a small baby ,4 months old wrapped in small cloth of white, with half opened eyes and looking anxiously at everything around. Gracy and David didn't have a child even after seven years of marriage and thats when they decided to adopt a child.

Stephen made their days and nights, Gracy always had him in her hands, her hands were his cradle, probably Gracy and David were looking for a reason to live and now, the reason was looking at them with eyes brimming with love and innocence. Stephen was growing in the world of love, care and compassion. With every day, Gracy and David were getting closer to him.

Gracy's eyes were filling up with tears, she remembers the moment when he looked into her eyes, and for the first time whispered, "Maa..", the words that every mother loves to hear. Her eyes were wet on that day too, but now the reason is different. She can no longer hear that call, she can no longer hear that voice.

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Sin (concluded)

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Rahul was handsome and it was the first time I was seeing him, but probably at the wrong occasion. He must have seen me holding Riya's hand, luckily she just pulled her hand out at the right time.
"Would you mind if I join you", he looked at us and asked with a straight face.

Sin (continued)

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"TRRRRIIiiiinnnnggg", I always hated this bloody barking of my alarm clock, but I had no choice other than to wake up. It was already 7 in the morning. Its too intimidating to get up in the morning and move to office after two days of joyous weekend. This weekend was extremely good, a lot of partying, outing with friends and ofcourse Riya did miss me a lot; the frequency of her miss calls were just a bit thicker than a thin line. Even I was eager to meet her, I too missed her a lot.

Sin

This is a story made out of pure imagination and any compatibility with anyone's life or true incident is nothing but coincidence and any hard feelings coz of it is deeply regretted.


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Its been five years now that I have entered into my professional career, to be specific my job, a hectic and horrible life at times, but somehow I have managed to exist through tough times. Now this is my second switch to a new firm, probably once you are in this field, your commitment is just on your career and money, commitment to the firm comes next. Its been almost a month now that I have joined this new firm. Its really awesome, the environment is cool and friendly, out here, I don't feel the choking irritability of working all the time.

The expert opinion (for paid review posting bloggers)

Its been almost a week now that the issue of crack down by Google on sponsored posts publishers and advertisers has created much a hurricane,so I thought I must consult an expert regarding this so that he could elaborately explain on the issue.Down here I am posting his reply, I hope it will help all you bloggers who are still perplexed over the issue.

There are 2 issues -
1. Taken by people on moral ground. ..
the purpose of a blog is to give views without any external influence, it can be biased based on your outlook or experiences,when money is involved to write blogs for a product/service, the blog cannot be trusted.Now here is a cycle, You will get payed by sponsors for writing blogs based on your ranking, You get blog viewership based on your views and peoples trust on you
once people know that you blog for money. people stop trusting you or visiting ur blog your ranking falls and advertisers are not interested in asking you to blog for them. If you do not very openly disclose that this is sponsored blog, you are cheating the viewers the moment you declare that , people wont be interested. There are legal sanctions which require disclosures to be in place.

2. page ranking issue...
if Google fears that the advent of such blogging will result in incorrect page ranking, and this affects their credibility, they may want to take action, they would also look to kill 2 birds with single stone; Stop this blog for money trend as well as save the effort that goes into modifying their algorithm to accommodate for these blog based links. I am not commenting on what Google did was right or wrong.They are not directly attacking any sites which has links , they are attacking a particular problem which affects the credibility of their patented page rank system.

Courtesy
Sooraj T
Technical leader