I know everyone of us is quiet happy with our lives, our jobs, knowledge, lifestyle, food, drinks(:P), everything. -n for a change I also admit that I am happy with my life too. Life is beautiful. Though very recently I lost the most beautiful part of it - My love. Love is indulgence( illusion, fake, hypocrisy- call whatever you want), I don't have time for... (;))
But, everyday when I go to sleep, I have this feeling that something is missing, don't you feel so? The force that has driven us to the position that we are at, the feeling of passion that made us a winner, the thirst of knowledge that built a intellect, a technocrat, where is it now?
I learn a lot of things during my work- JAVA and related topics, how to use various software tools, n what not. But, honestly whatever I learn, I imbibe that just because I had to, a forceful choice. I come across a lot of challenges, questions in whole day, some of them are addressed by googling or taking peoples help, but most of them, not required for work, are usually ignored.
iQLabs - I remember second year's those days, when Q came up with the idea of having a public discussion forum in the college. I bought a Rs20-blackboard and couple of chalks, and hung that on my room door where we conducted our sessions. Everyday 6'o clock in evening we had sessions discussing every aspect of science. Suhas's programming session, Siddharth's IC engine, Avdhut's aeroplanes and aerodynamics, Q's graph theory, Abhishek's soldering workshop, Maydeo's EDC fundamentals. I remember everything. It was just the hunger of knowledge that made the lazy bastards come to my room and sit in those sessions that were delivered every damn day. Day by day more people joined till our 3-men room became small to accommodate so many of them. Innovation and Qreativity labs, we called it.
By reading above if you feel you have thirst of knowledge, passion to become a real geek, heart to solve all problems of life (fuck the love related problems, you can't solve them, unless you kill yourself - soon I'll do that), I ask you to come up with some idea to share our knowledge.
N iQlabs will be alive... forever...
(Though Q will die soon...)
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Q-ureshi's love story
All of you know my story... (Though not every aspect of it but till the point that you know its legen-(wait for it)----- dary.)... So, there isn't any point in writing my story in the article.
But, here is a small story :-
There was a ugly-looking Muslim soldier named 'Qureshi' in the army of the Roman king. He was brave, smart and good-natured. He always dreamed of ruling the nation. He played almost all the battles for the king and won the most that mattered in the wealth of country. Soon he became one of King's men. He became rich and a respectable personality in the country.
But, there was a problem with his life. He was always hated in the country because of his looks and his religion. So he decided to do everything he can to achieve the king's position. But, because of his small problem he was pulled back from his position a lot of times. He believed in the fact that if he puts enough efforts he would be able to get what he wants. So he decided to fight, till the last breathe. His good nature fed him good and trustworthy friends.
One fine day, he was walking in the premises of the castle, and he saw the beautiful princess, Merula. He fell in love with her.
"She is the princess... I stand no chance in front of her", Qureshi told his friend. "You are the best amongst the king's men, who stands a chance in front of you", replied the friend.
Foolish Qureshi believed his friend. I will not fight to be the king, but I will marry the princess- he thought. He went on, won more battles, impressed the folks and the princess. So, one day princess came and said, "Qureshi, I am in love with you".
He celebrated, and so did his friends, for the Qureshi had won which no one ever had.
and then they lived "Happily ever after".......................................................... did they?
...
...
...
No there was this small problem.
...
...
THE END.
This was a story somewhere in 1024 AD. But the problem still persists.
The words on his grave say - "I know someday you will have a beautiful life, I know you will be the sun, in somebody else's sky... But why why why can't it be mine"...
-------------------------------------
Well, that's an imaginary story.
"Love like stars above... love till you die"...
But, here is a small story :-
There was a ugly-looking Muslim soldier named 'Qureshi' in the army of the Roman king. He was brave, smart and good-natured. He always dreamed of ruling the nation. He played almost all the battles for the king and won the most that mattered in the wealth of country. Soon he became one of King's men. He became rich and a respectable personality in the country.
But, there was a problem with his life. He was always hated in the country because of his looks and his religion. So he decided to do everything he can to achieve the king's position. But, because of his small problem he was pulled back from his position a lot of times. He believed in the fact that if he puts enough efforts he would be able to get what he wants. So he decided to fight, till the last breathe. His good nature fed him good and trustworthy friends.
One fine day, he was walking in the premises of the castle, and he saw the beautiful princess, Merula. He fell in love with her.
"She is the princess... I stand no chance in front of her", Qureshi told his friend. "You are the best amongst the king's men, who stands a chance in front of you", replied the friend.
Foolish Qureshi believed his friend. I will not fight to be the king, but I will marry the princess- he thought. He went on, won more battles, impressed the folks and the princess. So, one day princess came and said, "Qureshi, I am in love with you".
He celebrated, and so did his friends, for the Qureshi had won which no one ever had.
and then they lived "Happily ever after".......................................................... did they?
...
...
...
No there was this small problem.
...
...
THE END.
This was a story somewhere in 1024 AD. But the problem still persists.
The words on his grave say - "I know someday you will have a beautiful life, I know you will be the sun, in somebody else's sky... But why why why can't it be mine"...
-------------------------------------
Well, that's an imaginary story.
"Love like stars above... love till you die"...
Q-uetzalcoatl™
All of you must be wondering... "Why Quetzalcoatl? AniQuet? iQ?"...
Honestly, So do I.
Q - uetzalcoatl, if you google, He's that Feathered Serpent of Ancient Mexico. He was the guy who was supposed to return from the East to reclaim his power, and so will I, go to west and reclaim my powers.
Q - is the first letter on computer keyboard. The thing that gets me oxygen, bread-n-butter, n self respect.
Q - I find it the most beautiful letter in roman alphabets.
Q - I hate myself, every bit of me. This gives me a hope to reborn, and live a good life, like you all do. I am fade up of being hated.
God bless Q, and the elite war elephant.
Honestly, So do I.
Q - uetzalcoatl, if you google, He's that Feathered Serpent of Ancient Mexico. He was the guy who was supposed to return from the East to reclaim his power, and so will I, go to west and reclaim my powers.
Q - is the first letter on computer keyboard. The thing that gets me oxygen, bread-n-butter, n self respect.
Q - I find it the most beautiful letter in roman alphabets.
Q - I hate myself, every bit of me. This gives me a hope to reborn, and live a good life, like you all do. I am fade up of being hated.
God bless Q, and the elite war elephant.
Q-onquerers...
This document is not a testimonial for all my aoe buddies, but its an endeavour to correlate the way people lead / live their life with their style of playing the legendary game.
This document is close to my heart. Critisisms and aspersions are welcomed (:P). But No hard feelings are allowed.
For those who tend to concentrate more on spelling and grammar side of it - "Go fuck yourself"..
Here it goes:
Kedar Chitale aka KeChi, The Lord.
------------------------------------
When it comes to game, KeChi is always damn serious about it. He always does his homework before coming (When he is totally out of touch, he plays against computer to make sure he is all ready to kick ass). He always has a plan. Though he is the strongest player, he tries to choose a team which he thinks is stronger than other because for him a win does matters. But, of course even if we place him in team which is really weaker than the other, trust me, half the times its him who always ends up wining the game. He must have won most number of games in our entire aoe career (Rushi must be having a higher percentage of wining, but thanks to things that keep him busy all the times- you know who (all), the brat has not registered more number of wins than Advait possibly has!).
And so is the Kechi in real life too. Coep mech - max marks and most impressive professional career. He cares a lot about his exams (though nothing is sacrificed or compromised for exams - thats the KeChi for you). He is amicable and easy to make friend with, but mind you, at times he is a bit impulsive and dominating, condescending (thats why most times we end up in fighting, one on one dude? :P). He is the winner in our group - (I shouldn't forget to mention his success stories of patvofying the most beautiful girls in town). All of us probably envy him. He is the idol for us all.
I love you my friend...
Alok Sabade aka a™, ™TM™, @!$$!@@@!# (text cannot be displayed).
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Alok is a friend of all, be it gaming world or real world, it hardly matters to him. If he has anything brilliant, he will share it with others, friend or foe. He talks most logical when it comes to game analysis. He can precisely tell where the hell it all went wrong, what could have made it better. He talks most sense when its about the game (you all know i am perfectly opposite of it, i put more heart than brains, coz thats only wht i hav, right?). He is innovative and is responsible for most of the aoe evolution (though I am the most senior player). On the other side, he gives up really early (the only thing i hate about him). He never makes passion become need for life.
Aniket Mokashi aka Quetzalcoatl, Pxxxx's Frnd.
------------------------------------------------
I rather shouldn't write about myself because then this document will make no sense to anyone :P. I am pretty bad at judging myself. I am all good and bad on this earth.
Nikhil Sane aka Splash, Firebolt.
---------------------------------
Ah, here is the Sane™. Born with the brand. This guy always keeps his cool and pretends as if he doesn't care about the game et al (Nice. "at all" will also fit here :) ). But deep down inside he knows, he cares and tries to make it work for him. He is the most skilled player, no one can match him in army handling (and we all know what all he can handle, don't we? :P ). He avoids game feelings taking over his emotions (thats how he manages so many chics, you know -sorry for sharing the trade secret dude). His words are technically more correct and he puts lots of emphasis on how the game discussion is grammatically and technically correct (I am sure he ll reply me with all the grammatical mistakes striked out).
Rushikesh Kamalapurkar aka R, Rushi (This guy probably doesn't believe in nicknames).
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Pranjal Pandit aka Jabri Boka.
Hrushikesh Mehendale aka Manager™.
Akshay Rahalkar aka Akya.
Mandar Gosavi aka !@#!@!$@@
Advait Auti aka Advait, ??? (Decide something for yourself fool).
Pranav Pathak aka Dulya.
I misplaced my text somehow... This is all I was able to gather! Will keep posting... Love you all...
This document is close to my heart. Critisisms and aspersions are welcomed (:P). But No hard feelings are allowed.
For those who tend to concentrate more on spelling and grammar side of it - "Go fuck yourself"..
Here it goes:
Kedar Chitale aka KeChi, The Lord.
------------------------------------
When it comes to game, KeChi is always damn serious about it. He always does his homework before coming (When he is totally out of touch, he plays against computer to make sure he is all ready to kick ass). He always has a plan. Though he is the strongest player, he tries to choose a team which he thinks is stronger than other because for him a win does matters. But, of course even if we place him in team which is really weaker than the other, trust me, half the times its him who always ends up wining the game. He must have won most number of games in our entire aoe career (Rushi must be having a higher percentage of wining, but thanks to things that keep him busy all the times- you know who (all), the brat has not registered more number of wins than Advait possibly has!).
And so is the Kechi in real life too. Coep mech - max marks and most impressive professional career. He cares a lot about his exams (though nothing is sacrificed or compromised for exams - thats the KeChi for you). He is amicable and easy to make friend with, but mind you, at times he is a bit impulsive and dominating, condescending (thats why most times we end up in fighting, one on one dude? :P). He is the winner in our group - (I shouldn't forget to mention his success stories of patvofying the most beautiful girls in town). All of us probably envy him. He is the idol for us all.
I love you my friend...
Alok Sabade aka a™, ™TM™, @!$$!@@@!# (text cannot be displayed).
-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Alok is a friend of all, be it gaming world or real world, it hardly matters to him. If he has anything brilliant, he will share it with others, friend or foe. He talks most logical when it comes to game analysis. He can precisely tell where the hell it all went wrong, what could have made it better. He talks most sense when its about the game (you all know i am perfectly opposite of it, i put more heart than brains, coz thats only wht i hav, right?). He is innovative and is responsible for most of the aoe evolution (though I am the most senior player). On the other side, he gives up really early (the only thing i hate about him). He never makes passion become need for life.
Aniket Mokashi aka Quetzalcoatl, Pxxxx's Frnd.
------------------------------------------------
I rather shouldn't write about myself because then this document will make no sense to anyone :P. I am pretty bad at judging myself. I am all good and bad on this earth.
Nikhil Sane aka Splash, Firebolt.
---------------------------------
Ah, here is the Sane™. Born with the brand. This guy always keeps his cool and pretends as if he doesn't care about the game et al (Nice. "at all" will also fit here :) ). But deep down inside he knows, he cares and tries to make it work for him. He is the most skilled player, no one can match him in army handling (and we all know what all he can handle, don't we? :P ). He avoids game feelings taking over his emotions (thats how he manages so many chics, you know -sorry for sharing the trade secret dude). His words are technically more correct and he puts lots of emphasis on how the game discussion is grammatically and technically correct (I am sure he ll reply me with all the grammatical mistakes striked out).
Rushikesh Kamalapurkar aka R, Rushi (This guy probably doesn't believe in nicknames).
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Pranjal Pandit aka Jabri Boka.
Hrushikesh Mehendale aka Manager™.
Akshay Rahalkar aka Akya.
Mandar Gosavi aka !@#!@!$@@
Advait Auti aka Advait, ??? (Decide something for yourself fool).
Pranav Pathak aka Dulya.
I misplaced my text somehow... This is all I was able to gather! Will keep posting... Love you all...
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Q-volution...
"When confronted by our worst nightmares, the choices are few: fight, or flight. We hope to find the strength to stand against our fears but sometimes, despite ourselves, we run. What if the nightmare gives chase? Where can we hide then?..."
"Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to be born. In the midst of these birth pains, morality loses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice: survive or perish..."
"It is man’s ability to remember that sets us apart. We are the only species concerned with past. Our memories give us voice and bear witness to history, so that others might learn; so they might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our failures..."
"There are many ways to define our fragile existence; many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images: fears, loves, regrets… for it’s the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment… this is what separates us, what makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to..."
"The Earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the Earth. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped..."
"You do not choose your destiny, it chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure...that you are the instrument of flawless Design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way."
"When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate, they call it zugunruhe. "A pull of the soul to a far off place," following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky. The ancient message comes calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then they can hope to survive the cruel season to come..."
"When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the change in your life that should have been wonderful, comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival..."
"This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew..."
"For all his bluster, it is the sad province of Man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the courage to answer..."
"Some individuals, it is true, are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual born or hatched like every other member of their species. Anonymous. Seemingly ordinary. Except they're not. They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary rung. It's destiny..."
"To survive in this world, we hold close to us those on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears... But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run, when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril... All we can do is run..."
"When we embrace what lies within, our potential knows no limit. The future is filled with promise. The present, rife with expectation. But when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges... Uncertainty begins. Where does this path lead? When will the changes end? Is this transformation a gift... or a curse? And for those that fear what lies ahead... The most important question of all... Can we ever change what we really are?..."
"In the beginning there was discovery. A confusion of elements. The first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces, made familiar. New nightmares, to challenge sleep. New friends, to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order unto chaos, through determination through study, through struggle. All in defiance of a thundering truth. They’re here, and the earth shudders underfoot..."
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose. The Earth spins at a thousand miles an hour as we desperately try to keep from being thrown off. Like the first blush in winter that signals a great migration. Is there any warning of their arrival? A sign, a single event that set this chain into motion? Was it a whisper in God's ear? Survive. Adapt. Escape. And if we could mark our single moment in time, that first hint of a prophecy of approaching danger... would we have done anything differently? Could it have been stopped? Or was the die long ago cast? And if we could go back, alter its course, stop it from happening... would we?..."
"Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not doubting, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here..."
"We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truely any choice in when we rise, or when we fall,or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction. Is it evolution that takes us by the hand, does Science point our way, or is it God who intervenes keeping us safe..."
"We are, if anything, creatures of habit. Drawn to the safety and the comfort of the similar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe? When the fear that we've been desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live?..."
"We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real. And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself. Like the glowing light of a new dawn... So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic. And the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone..."
"Evolution is an imperfect and often violent process. A battle between what exists and what is yet to be born. In the midst of these birth pains, morality loses its meaning. The question of good and evil reduced to one simple choice: survive or perish..."
"It is man’s ability to remember that sets us apart. We are the only species concerned with past. Our memories give us voice and bear witness to history, so that others might learn; so they might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our failures..."
"There are many ways to define our fragile existence; many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images: fears, loves, regrets… for it’s the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil, success with disappointment… this is what separates us, what makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to..."
"The Earth is large. Large enough that you think you can hide from anything. From Fate. From God. If only you found a place far enough away. So you run. To the edge of the Earth. Where all is safe again. Quiet, and warm. The solace of salt air. The peace of danger left behind. The luxury of grief. And maybe, for a moment, you believe you have escaped..."
"You do not choose your destiny, it chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure...that you are the instrument of flawless Design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way."
"When a change comes, some species feel the urge to migrate, they call it zugunruhe. "A pull of the soul to a far off place," following a scent in the wind, a star in the sky. The ancient message comes calling the kindred to take flight and gather together. Only then they can hope to survive the cruel season to come..."
"When evolution selects its agents, it does so at a cost. It makes demands in exchange for singularity. And you may be asked to do something against your very nature. Suddenly, the change in your life that should have been wonderful, comes as a betrayal. It may seem cruel, but the goal is nothing short of self-preservation. Survival..."
"This force, evolution, is not sentimental. Like the earth itself, it knows only the hard facts of life's struggle with death. All you can do is hope and trust that when you have served its needs faithfully, there may still remain some glimmer of the life you once knew..."
"For all his bluster, it is the sad province of Man that he cannot choose his triumph. He can only choose how he will stand when the call of destiny comes. Hoping that he'll have the courage to answer..."
"Some individuals, it is true, are more special. This is natural selection. It begins as a single individual born or hatched like every other member of their species. Anonymous. Seemingly ordinary. Except they're not. They carry inside them the genetic code that will take their species to the next evolutionary rung. It's destiny..."
"To survive in this world, we hold close to us those on whom we depend. We trust in them our hopes, our fears... But what happens when trust is lost? Where do we run, when things we believe in vanish before our eyes? When all seems lost, the future unknowable, our very existence in peril... All we can do is run..."
"When we embrace what lies within, our potential knows no limit. The future is filled with promise. The present, rife with expectation. But when we deny our instinct, and struggle against our deepest urges... Uncertainty begins. Where does this path lead? When will the changes end? Is this transformation a gift... or a curse? And for those that fear what lies ahead... The most important question of all... Can we ever change what we really are?..."
"In the beginning there was discovery. A confusion of elements. The first snowfall of impossible change. Old lives undone, left behind. Strange faces, made familiar. New nightmares, to challenge sleep. New friends, to feel safe with. Only then comes control. The need to impose order unto chaos, through determination through study, through struggle. All in defiance of a thundering truth. They’re here, and the earth shudders underfoot..."
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose. The Earth spins at a thousand miles an hour as we desperately try to keep from being thrown off. Like the first blush in winter that signals a great migration. Is there any warning of their arrival? A sign, a single event that set this chain into motion? Was it a whisper in God's ear? Survive. Adapt. Escape. And if we could mark our single moment in time, that first hint of a prophecy of approaching danger... would we have done anything differently? Could it have been stopped? Or was the die long ago cast? And if we could go back, alter its course, stop it from happening... would we?..."
"Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life's mysteries, when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not doubting, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here..."
"We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny, capable of determining our own fate. But have we truely any choice in when we rise, or when we fall,or does a force larger than ourselves bid us our direction. Is it evolution that takes us by the hand, does Science point our way, or is it God who intervenes keeping us safe..."
"We are, if anything, creatures of habit. Drawn to the safety and the comfort of the similar. But what happens when the familiar becomes unsafe? When the fear that we've been desperately trying to avoid, finds us where we live?..."
"We dream of hope. We dream of change. Of fire, of love, of death. And then it happens. The dream becomes real. And the answer to this quest, this need to solve life's mysteries finally shows itself. Like the glowing light of a new dawn... So much struggle for meaning, for purpose. And in the end, we find it only in each other. Our shared experience of the fantastic. And the mundane. The simple human need to find a kindred, to connect. And to know in our hearts... that we are not alone..."
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