Brownian thoughts and queries

-

·   Is it good to be important or is it more important to be good?
·   Dreams and desires are fickle if they aren’t brought into existence simultaneously.
·   Swig, snuff and puff etc. are killer words in dictionary.
·   Are men really the masters of their fate?
·   People never let you forget your mistakes!
·   An agonized and throbbed mind is the most efficient machine in the world.
·   Talk is evanescent, writing leaves footprints.
·   Am I really crazy?

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Designing a hybrid mobile application with Ionic Framework

-
Image
We all are past the nuances of mobile-web applications and their types namely 1. Web Native (m-site/RWD site) 2. Web Hybrid (cordova/phonegap/titanium etc) In this particular post I will be talking about Ionic in particular as it has become my personal favorite recently When it comes to Mobile Hybrid Application the initial brainstorming for deciding tools and frameworks itself is a challenging job. The design/architecture idea behind an application is deemed successful after months of quality development and one wrong framework or tool can turn the tables.  What comprises of the client side is shown below: Why Ionic ? Most of contemporary hybrid mobile applications are build using a combination of Awesome Frameworks like Knockout, Backbone, Bootstrap, JQM etc. Theses are independent frameworks which are hooked together to create a Mobile experience. These frameworks are strong in those particular areas of App development for which they have ...
Read more

The last candle

-
Close to him there is wind brewing, it's cathartic it's inevitable it's taking a toll on him His heart's throbbing, the serene picture he thought he painted has been smudged, withered. Just like his despair there is a growing puddle of wax from the slow melt of the candles, spread across the mantle of fireplace. His ethics, morality made him believe a happy soulful life is his prerogative, his perpetual belief in virtuousness led him to disappointment. There is faint creaking melody from the rocker, there he lies gazing at the wax sticks burning dancing upon his whimsical nature. The room was brimming with the smell of fumes of his defeat. The candles were slowly kissing the mantle melting into the void that is his heart. His notions of romanticism, endearment were subjected to true test of time. Six he counted a while ago, one is spearheaded, two of them inching towards the pending doom. One is slowly being peeled revealing the wick, his soul. And the other two ar...
Read more

A Rudderless Dance

-
Atop the vagrant waters bouncing from one wave to another peering through the telescope, no shore in sight, his limbs are quivering his throat is parched. The amber sky is coercing him to give into slumber, roam about in grasslands and pools, breathe in the cool, crisp air and shun the rest. The topsails are a mess of tangled ropes and flapping canvas, the sea is topsy-turvy and the floor is creaking. Suddenly a gush of wind breaks his stupor, his gaze falls upon a grove, he is skeptical that he is imagining it and rubs his eyes. Is mother nature playing with him once again, is the universe making him dance to its tunes, what's beyond the tree line he ponders. Ecstatically he tries to maneuver, oblivious to ship to shore distance, he is ready to plunge if the ship won't move. What if theres no pool, no puddle or no water fall to quench his thirst? Should he gamble? his emotions are taking control and the heart has its reasons. He is craving to touch the land and sink his feet i...
Read more