Sexy Engineers..!!

Dilbert!! jus love the strip..
hehe its the only place, where I really really like the engineers..
(they arent as creative anywhere else on the earth..;-)

Please excuse my biases..
Is Scott Adams ann Engineer himself??????

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Good Fences make good neighbors

'Good Fences make Good neighbors' .One of my favorite old english proverb.

From a poem by Robert Frost which I had in my 9th Grade English Text.

I was very pleasantly reminded of it today. Frost's'Mending Wall' was the first thing my Urban design proffessor mentioned in class before starting a discussion on Property rights.

Enjoy it!

Mending Wall

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
He is all pine and I am apple-orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down!" I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

-- Robert Frost.

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Wassup people..?

I am feeling great.
How about u?

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Boon?Bane?

"..Mommy's baby
Daddy's maybe.."

An Ad I saw this morning at the train station about some DNA paternal testing Laboratory.


Left me feeling sick.

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55 it is..

Tagged by Dushyant to write a 55 word story.
Here it goes:

He was old, frail and all alone. They never went to visit him since the day He was left in that stuffy room; hardly enough room to stretch one's limbs. Not even a window to let the fresh breeze in .Lying on the hard wood, he remembered his loved ones.

He hated that sealed Coffin.

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Truly me

"But when I call upon my DASHING BEING,
out comes the same OLD LAZY SELF,
and so I never know just WHO I AM,nor how many I am,
nor WHO WE WILL BE BEING.
I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the truly me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear."

Extracted from "we are many" by Pablo Neruda.

See thats truly me, I need other people's words even to describe my own state of being. I'm always at a loss of words. Constantly searching for an expression. Anywhere but my own self......
Sigh!

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The ground beneath her feet

'All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty’s beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can’t be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I’ll be down there in another day
I won’t rest until you’re found

Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above Where there’s only love
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet'

Reading Rushdie's 'Ground beneath her feet.'

of Love and lust and passion..
Rock and Roll and twisted allusions..
So far so good.

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