It works! Wait...

Things that work and things that didn't/don't work for me

1) When you make mistakes, complaining and deliberating doesn't help. Analysing and repenting is not enough. You got to fix them and tell yourself it works.
2) In the enthusiasm to pull people together beware of losing your real self. You cannot afford to be receptive to bullshit. 
3) Leave scope for criticism. Accept the fact that things may not span out in the perfect shape all the time. When someone points out he/she cares.
4) Talk talk talk. About things that matter, the things you enjoy and the things that others enjoy. I don't hesitate to be silent at places when discussions are not constructive and inclusive.
5) Have fun, care and learn. You go to others or others come to you often for things you love doing. Call out things you are ignoring. 
6) Put things down. Thoughts fly away. Make sure you have representations: scripts, documentation, diagrams, photographs or videos. 

Solitude

She wondered why people are so obsessed about having a companion. Is it not easy and simple to be in control of your own life?

Guys are always a step away from your call but if you let them come forward and help you, they assume responsibility and take advantage of your friendly demeanor. You bet they come back with allegations like "You smiled happily when I toiled so hard to call a taxi for you. And now you say friendship?" Guys are not only self-centered but also hypocritical.

She thought about how all the authors she'd read talk about complicated women. "Are men not complicated?"she thought, "Are they not opportunistic? Are they not power mongers and do crazy things? Politicians, Businessmen, Engineers..."

"Guys are desparate", she told herself.

A genuine heart is what she longed for. An understanding smile, a soft touch and a warm hug. Is it so hard to find? As days went by, her longing seemed to wither. Days got longer and nights shorter. She got tired of implications and chit-chats. She smiled her days away and laughed her parties off the lips. She hated how shallow people are!

She doesn't seem to remember her dreams anymore. "I'm more mature now. I don't have time for this.", she convinced herself.

She looks at herself in the mirror everyday and says to her image, "I'm single and I'm very glad I'm. I'm thankful I'm".

Rasaswadanam

( I'm not an artist so my explanation should be considered as a mere opinion/observation.
Would be glad to discuss and correct my understanding. )

Rasa - is not just a feeling. It's an expression of state of mind associated to an emotion.

Instead of going into explaining all the rasas, I would use this reference
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rasa_(aesthetics)

All forms of art invoke rasa. The subtility of the rasa depends on the understanding between the one who tries to express and one who feels. Those who are into the art forms know that the beauty or rasa is very much linked to the moment. Composers, performers, writers and painters roam around the world in search of rasaswadanam (experiencing and appreciating various rasas).

Rasaswadanam, despite it's celebrity status in the art, depends highly on the emotional relevance of the art form. Music performers do a careful study of the venue and audience to pick a rasa for exploring. Some factors which enhance or distract rasaswadanam could be the level of mastery one has in the specific form of art, one's tastes in exploring the rasa, one's style of expression, the environment (audience/venue/weather/nature/current events/social causes), personal connect to the rasa and sometimes a spontaneous experiment. It needn't only happen in a planned setting where you have a concert or an exhibition or a classroom or a practice session, it happens in life everyday... with probably every person you meet.

If one could identify and echo the most relevant rasa for the moment one is in, wouldn't the world be a better place!

It's debatable whether one has to be truthful during the evoking the rasa. Art doesn't make that distinction clear. My take on it would be : A rasa is as truthful as it's relevance.

"Rasaswadanam through ragas" is a topic I would like to save for later. 

Life's biggest lesson...

One's value is defined by one's values. The more one tries to understand and define the values, the stronger one becomes. 

What's the limit?

It's not the sky!
It's the architecture...
Dedicated to the Javaness!

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if(n.equals(BigInteger.ONE)) {
return result;
} else if(n.compareTo(BigInteger.ONE) > 0){
result = n.multiply(factorial(n.subtract(BigInteger.ONE), result));
} else {
System.out.println("Overflow!!!");
}
return result;
}

Omega++

May be everybody goes through this phase,
What am I doing this for? What is waiting for me? What's driving me? Why should I do it only like this? How do I get off this? How do I get this?
That reminds me of the concept a learned CAT coach talked about 4 years ago.
There is this omega man. Omega, for those who don't know, is the universal constant.
For him, anything and everything is possible. Everything just happens. He'll do anything which comes his way.
He keeps going on and on. Wakes up, works hard, talks well, plays well, eats well and sleeps well.
Sounds like all happies?
Our learned coach says there's a big problem with that. If everything goes well, what good is that?
Reminds me of the animated movie 'Megamind' where the mighty villain is too unhappy to use his super powers because he doesn't find a deserving super hero.

Now comes the interesting derivation.
I used to sit on the beach and think... good job, music, fine talks, visits home, friends and treks. All's good. What's now?
That's when a crazy neuron somewhere inside the brain tickled.
How do you do things better, get bigger, get cooler, get more effective?
That's when I figured out... by being and doing more.
Do more, think more, enjoy more, work more, care more, complain more, crave more, worry more, talk more, correct more...

If you are satisfied, it's good.
If you are satisfied for too long, there's something wrong. ;)

Start running! 

Up and higher...

She sat on the top most branch of the neem tree wondering what's beyond the line of hills partially hiding the evening sun. The sun seemed to be angry at her for all her boldness and adamancy. She's already miles away from her family in the pursuit of life beyond their confines. Her well wishers tried with all their might to bring her wishes back to their world and tie her down. She couldn't reason out with them but she knows she had to do this.

None of what she spoke made sense to her mother. She was afraid of speaking to her father about it. The only person who seemed to understand is her best friend. She looked at her with concern and said "Let's say all you wish comes true. What happens after that? How do you live?" She never wanted to answer her best friend who seemed to speak like her conscience. She was to an extent impatient with her best friend and her conscience too for having to do all this explanation for her very own life and her freedom. She simply wanted to fly away... far away... up and higher... into the clouds... beyond the hills... as far as the wind takes her.

Her wings opened wide... wind brushed her feathers... her eyes shone with joy... heart beat fast.