A Techie's Blueprints

A poem,written long ago in some meeting.......... Hey Idiot Where are you Time is passing Defects are few Yes Mam, I am trying hard I am a newbie Not a wizard Doesn't matter How much Idiot are you Break it fast Or your days here are few No No .. please don't do it for this job I am totally fit I am a born pessimist this application can't resist ok ok ... speak less and act more or you know the way to door she goes and i begin to test garbage of some one else we clean, without any rest

I turn on the idiot box and watch the idiotic news.. and other idiotic faces .. known as politician. Everyday it tests my patience and may be ..yours too... but what we do is also very much idiotically nothing.In this post i am trying to put my anguish in words.. i know i am not good at it... the stanzas may not rhyme much or may not leave a impact on anyone or may seem misplaced... but some part of me says " something is better than nothing ". Hello fellas what are you looking at ? If you can move aside i will also have a look at that ... yeah ... why not .. this is meant for you only idiots like you can imagine that it will be true.. I move ahead tearing all the stares amid all crows feeling like a swan there lied a yellow paper saying “ Mera Bharat Mahan” picking up that piece of paper with lurching legs i moved ahead am i hallucinating or am i the only living being in city of dead ain't our ancestors died for this country or was that a breed some other everyday

The Don't Quit Poem! =============== When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high, And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit. Life is queer with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about, When he might have won had he stuck it out; Don't give up though the pace seems slow-- You may succeed with another blow. Often the goal is nearer than, It seems to a faint and faltering man, Often the struggler has given up, When he might have captured the victor's cup, And he learned too late when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown. Success