Monday, September 16, 2024

An Anecdote Away :1

An exceptionally expressive soul with a stoic stanced exterior is a puzzlingly perplexing problem. I call it the esp... for reasons that seem and feel obvious... to me. But as has been proved earlier, on many occasions, I cannot say with a certainty that it is obvious to others. 

Thus arises the need, nay want, to explain. However, just how an explained joke is a joke no more, this too meets the same fate. So, I would not describe too much than is actually needed. 

There's another reason too. I am pretty sure that this piece, or any other piece penned by me, would not be visible to a majority of people- many will actually not see it, and many will choose not to. Of the countable few who will see it, most would not be read past the first couple of lines. And by the time we reach the crux, or even the beginning of the crux, there might not be any readers left. In essence, it might just be me or someone like me who reads it; they would understand anyway.

So, here's the beginning. It was one of those subject labs which was considered (probably still is) as one of the most difficult and complex labs. It required application of both software and hardware components embedded into one. And hence (possibly) it seemed daunting, because the presence of both aspects, actively, in humans is also a rare sight these days. Hence, to relate to aspects of this lab might not be an easy task.

In one of the sessions of these labs, we were to hand out problem statements to each of the lab participants. The norm I prefer to follow is to test the waters yourself first before sending anybody in. So, one saturday afternoon, one of my colleagues and I decided to give each statement a try. There were 6 statements, in total, to test. The first 4 were executed without hiccups of any sort. When it came to the 5th statement however, that was not the case. 

For the 5th statement, we wrote the lines of code, made the necessary configurations and turned our eyes towards the screen that would show us the output. But, it wasn’t what it was expected. It showed a "different", "unexpected" value. I was thrilled to say the least. My soul was experiencing exploding streams of happiness. My stance, however, was calm. I was smiling which was a vast vast understatement of how excited I felt at that moment. I was able to utter a meagre "wow" that assisted my smile.

My colleague looked at me and had an expression that was "expected" at that moment. The output was unexpected and hence is considered an "error", something that is not meant to exist, something that should be discarded, removed. My expression might not have made sense. So, she asked me why I was happy/calm about it. The output was so irrelevant and had to be fixed. I knew what she meant but I didn't quite understand the reaction.

Maybe the output was irrelevant in that context, but it still felt like a desirable necessity. If everything goes as they are expected to go, if everything is done to fit the relevance code, everything would be so linear, so redundant, and so against the basic nature of the very universe we live in. Why can’t we celebrate irrelevances, differences, unexpected-ness-es!!

There was no way I was going to ramble these lines there. So, I just said that even though it is an "error", it still is so beautiful and interesting. And that made me happy. She was kind, and hence smiled back with a "you are optimistic" reply. We did not dwell on it further and after a couple of minutes of modifications, the experiment showed the expected outcome. We winded up the 6th one too and called it a day.

I still have a photo of that unexpected result on the social media page of this website. It might be insignificant, but still doesn't feel insignificant. It feels like it had a meaning and a purpose. The day that it was... irrational and beautiful. 

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Saturday, September 14, 2024

The Book

I am reminded of the time when I would go to this library to look for this particular book I wanted to read at that time.

But it was always unavailable. I  went in almost everyday for a month... or maybe even more. 

However, the book still wouldn't be there. There was just one copy in that library and one person had borrowed it the same day when I first went looking for it. I was few minutes late and this person was able to borrow it right before me. And now, this person was surely taking their own sweet time returning it. 

I would return every time with some other book, and sometimes, even empty-handed. 

Even though I made sure not to look too eager about it, but asking for the same book for the longest time sure does not help with that attempt. The librarian probably noticed my vain attempt. After a couple of weeks, she would tell me even before I could ask for the book... once more. It was helpful... somewhat... at least I had to use fewer words and now the smile was all it took. The librarian was always kind to me.

After about a month, the librarian, kind as she was, she promised to call me as soon as the book is returned. I need not go looking for it everyday.

A few more days passed and ultimately... I left that city.

After all these years, I still haven't received that call. I wonder how she is doing and if she forgot to give that call.

I wonder too... about how the book is doing.
The book..."Die Leiden des jungen Werthers" by Goethe or popularly known as "The Sorrows of Young Werther".




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Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Unsaid

She never said
And he never asked
Even if the thoughts were there
He never uttered a single word.
And she, like she was,
Could never have believed
Even if the words she wished 
Were the words she heard.

For his voice was a magical spell
That made her heart quiver,
She dwelled in weaved worlds
Where his voice shined,
And she was the staunch believer.
His voice brightened every corner
And every nook,
With the fragrance of his smile there,
There was nothing that could have her shook

And yet she never spoke...
Her eyes spake of her feelings
But the silence, her lips never broke.

He wished too,
To speak of his soul,
The mystery of her dimple,
And how it made him whole.
If only words were that simple,
He could write sagas about her,
For she was nothing like he ever knew
But everything he desired 
And his heart drew.

She was the comfort of morning rays
And enigma of the satin night,
The embodiment of the gentlest soul,
And the sparkle in her eyes
Made everything right,
His universe with the perfect sight.

And still, she never said
And he never asked 
Even if the thoughts were there
They never uttered a single word

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Saturday, August 17, 2024

Transparent

Make me white
Make me black
Make me grey
Even a color 
That from the color wheel 
May momentarily go astray

Make me red
Make me purple
Make me pink
Even a color
That lies in the spectrum
Albeit to the brink

Make me yellow
Make me orange
Make me brown
Even a color
That has never known
How it feels to have the crown

Make me blue
Make me azure
Make me green
Even a color
That might have lost
A tinge or two of its sheen

But spare me the one
That has been there forever
But has its lifetime done
Spare me the one
That could have had something 
But it always had none
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Monday, August 12, 2024

The Breathing Waters

The breathing waters
speak of Life, 
the one that exists as a testament,
a testament to the Love
of the Sun and the Moon.


바다의 모든 물 한 방울은 숨을 쉰다
숨쉬는 바다는 생명을 말해준다... 
증거로서 생명을 말해준다
태양과 달의 사랑의 증거이다.

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A little something:

On March 18, 2023, I took a boat to an island in the Arabian sea. The waters, which appeared to be alive and breathing, captivated me. I knew I need to put those feelings into words.

So, two days later, on March 20, 2023, I announced (to myself) that I will write about it.

More than a year later, I wrote some words...but they could barely scratch the surface of all the feelings that were felt, and all the thoughts that were lived on that day. And I still have unmaterialized emotions yet to see the light of thoughts, and possibly be framed in words.

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Monday, July 8, 2024

ଜହ୍ନର ସ୍ବପ୍ନ: Dream of the Moon

ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଜହ୍ନ ନିଦ୍ରା ଯାଏ ଯେବେ,
ଭ୍ରମେ ସେ ସପନ ରାଇଜେ ।
ସେ ରାଇଜେ ଥାଏ ଶୂନ୍ଯର ଆକାଂକ୍ଷା,
ଶୂନ୍ଯ କୋଳେ ତିଳେ ଭ୍ରମ କାହିଁ ଯେ ?

ନାହିଁ ସେଠି ଧରା, ଦିଶେ ନାହିଁ ତାରା,
ନାହିଁ ମାନସିକ ଥାଳି, ଅବା ଅଲୋଡ଼ା ପସରା ।
ସେଠି ଅଛି ଅଭୁଲା ସେ ନିଶବ୍ଦର ଧ୍ବନି,
ଯେ ଧ୍ବନି ଗୁନ୍ଥିଥାଏ ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ମଧୁର ରାଗିଣୀ ।।

ଅର୍କାଲୋକ ରାଗିଣୀର ପ୍ରତିଟି ଛନ୍ଦରେ,
ଥାଏ କାହାଣୀ ମଧୁମୟ ପ୍ରତିଟି ପଦରେ ।
ନିଦ୍ରା ଗାଏ ତନ୍ଦ୍ରା ସୁରେ ଯେବେ ସେ କାହାଣୀ,
ମୁଗ୍ଧ ହୋଇ ଜହ୍ନ ହସେ ସେ ସ୍ବପ୍ନ କ୍ଷଣରେ ।।
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Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Forelsket

The night brightened, the lightning smiled,
The thunder cooed, the sky was beguiled,
With the ambrosia from clouds, the earth was styled,
The air was perfumed and the Sunflower bud shined.

The bud bloomed, as the summer sang,
Far from the east, the ray of Sun sprang,
With a unique charm, embraced the Sunflower,
And adore of all the worlds he did shower.

Enamoured as one could be, the Sunflower has been...
Vowed her Love for eternities,
More than forever could have ever seen...
For theirs is a story, that Time has destined.





















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Thursday, May 23, 2024

Retrouvailles

In the days of the sun
And the nights during the moons
On the roads with the clouds
And in the sheds of the skies' shrouds
Air and Water breathed
Of memories and moments...
That are, in rare silk of time, wreathed. 























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Wednesday, May 8, 2024

물방울: Waterdrops

어느 비오는 날...
풀잎은 물 몇 방울을
기다리던 그 여름날을
간절한 눈으로 추억했다.

이제 비가 온다...계속 내린다.
빗물이 부족하지 않다.
풀잎은 여전히...
그 몇 물방울 그리워한다. 

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Meaningful English Translation:

One rainy day..
The blades of grass reminisced
that day in summer
when they waited
for a few drops of water with eager eyes.

Now it rains...it continues to rain.
And there's no shortage/insufficiency of water.
The blades of grass still
yearn for those few drops of water.
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As a blogger, one of the things I am often asked is "How/ When did you get started with all this?" For as long as my memory takes me back, I have always found myself pondering about a plethora of things. I have always loved reflecting on the small but wonderful aspects of life. Ipsita Contemplates has been very special and I love to get the opportunity to share my musings, my thoughts, and my perceptions with you. It is also a way to appreciate the essence of Life!