Poetry
The Square Root of Three by Dave Feinberg
The Square Root of 3
I’m sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic
I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality
When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer
We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed
زحال مسكين ـ امير خسرو
An excellent Urdu / Raikhta master piece by Amir Khurso in my urdu blog.
Playing Piano with SOAP Messages
I just finished seeing Don Box and Chris Anderson’s MSDN TV Special Holiday Episode III – Connecting People, Programs and Devices Using WinFX which gave the term CGI Joe completely new meanings. Their Holiday song which was sung with notes produced by XBOX Controller sending SOAP Messages to piano is as follows.
code they told me
pa-rum-pu-pum-pum
a new platform to use
pa-rum-pu-pum-pum
the finest apps we’ll bring
pa-rum-pu-pum-pum rum-pu-pum-pum rum-pu-pum-pum
simple code (code they told me)
can it be (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
(the) xaml life (a new platform to use)
is all I see (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
see the day of glory (the finest apps we’ll bring, pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
see the day when (code they told me)
programs connect via soap
via x-m-l (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum rum-pu-pum-pum)
simple code (a new platform to use, pa rum pum pum pum)
— can it be (when we code)
every app must be made aware
every app must be made to care
’bout the network and service bus
to bring the programs to us
I pray my wish (code they told me)
will come true (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
for my code (a new platform to use)
and your code too (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
see the day of glory (the finest apps we’ll bring, pa-rum-pu-pum-pum)
see the day when (code they told me)
programs connect via soap
via x-m-l (pa-rum-pu-pum-pum rum-pu-pum-pum)
simple code (a new platform to use, pa rum pum pum pum)
— can it be (when we code)
— can it be
IT-Limericks
Here at Next Estate, we have very talented folks; Likes of Rob Walling, Calvin Park et al. However, technology is not their only talent. Following is the series of limericks came into being when some bagels were brought…classical pieces of IT-Poetry.
Since the move we are not able
We thought we would set the table
There are bagels galore
Cream cheese and much more
And for Joon’s 1 year we are now stable
Since we are doing limericks this time
They say that each should be five lines
From all we expect
Each to do their best
And everybody to add a new line
-Dean Nedelman
These bagels are so fine
And just in the Nick of time
Though I fought my poor will
I’ve taken my fill
Working here I can not whine.
-Nick DeNicholas
Dr. Atkins said carbs take their toll
So I need to exercise self control
I’d sure like to try it
But, on that crazy diet
Can I eat half or just eat the hole?
-Greg Cannon
-Mark Goldin
Thanks for going out of your way
To create a great start of day
For it’s acts like this
That make others wish
They were a part of a team like this!
© 2005 Gus Lira. All rights reserved. Patent Pending
My eyes have grown quite weary.
My heart, a little heavy.
For each week, without fail
Arrives an email
With another *#?+#* poem.
————————–
Peter Kerr
Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld
When work becomes a dull routine,
You surprise us with treats and cuisine
For your great attitude,
Please accept our gratitude;
From DEV: Thank you, Nick. Thank you, Dean.
-Greg Cannon
I bring a yogurt to work each day to avoid starvation
But today I arrive and see “bagels in the usual location”
With all this food I begin to think
I guess I’m going to need some drink
Another water bottle joins the earthquake rations
-Joanne Siegel
Two excellent hyderabad dakkan style poems
urdu blogs
Rashid Kamran started a decent urdu blog website and has posted some very interesting articles in his blog. Imatator that I am, also signed up for one and got my urdu ramblings blog up and running, however not very sure what I’ll be posting in it.
And last but not least, when I mentioned the current wave of events, Ismail Siddiqi also published his urdu blog.
I’m now typing up an Ahmed Faraz’s poem to post…
ميرے غنيم نے مجھ كو پيام بھيجا ہے
كہ حلقہ زن ہيں ميرے گرد عسكري اسكے
…..
ميرا قلم تو امانت ہے ميرے لوگوں كي
اسي ليے تو جو لكھا تپا كہ جان سے لكھا
تمام عمر كي ايذا نصيبيوں كي قسم
ميرے قلم كا سفر رايگاں نہ جايگا
IT Poetry Competition @ NEC
We had an interesting IT poetry competition today…following is the output in chronological order; rights are reserved for the respective self proclaimed poets J It all started when Dean, Director of IT Infrastructure said
Sit right back and I’ll tell the tale
The tale of a bags of bagels
That started from our favorite store
And are now on the usual tables
And Joanne, our senior developer wrote back
There once was a programmer named Joanne
Who wrote a program to generate poetry
The poems were lame
The words did not rhyme
And so she had to retry
While Nick, Director IT-Development couldn’t resist
Dean is so very mean.
He’s started this crazy thread.
Now a competition has started,
I open new emails with dread,
And read verse that makes me scream!
And then Jeremy the architect shared the happiness
Bagels…
The morning started with dread
Bagels were brought with glee
The office was no longer dead
And now were all happy
Concluded by Greg the super developer with the code…
When speaking in rhythm and rhyme
The mental effect is sublime
My life would be sweeter
If my verbal meter
Could be Iambic all the time
But alas I am paid to write code
I can’t sit here writing my ode
But soon I’ll repose
And finish my prose
When I’m back in my humble abode
Could it be that my two lives could blend?
If (Nick not isLooking) then End
Else
dim wits as double
me.now = trouble
While (paycheck.needing)
Work()
wend
Some Random Poetry (Urdu)
zulmat ko zia , sarsar ko saba banday ko khuda kya likhna
deewar ko dar, pathar ko gohar, jugnoo ko diya kya likhna
ek hashr bapa hay ghar ghar main, dam ghutaa hay gunbad-e-bay dar main
ek shakhs kay haathoN muddat say, ruswa hay watan dunya bhar maiN
ey deeda waro is zillat ko qismat ka likha kya likhna
Taqdeer ke qazi ka yeh fatwa hai azal se
jurm-e-Zaifi ki saza marg-e-mafajaat
[Humor]
meray karawaN main shamil koi kam nazar nahee hay
kay khushi say mar na jatay agar aitbaar hota
meray karawaN main shamil koi kam nazar nahee hay
jo na mit sakay watan par , mera ham safar nahee hay
dar-e-ghair par hamesha , thumhaiN sajda raiz dekha
aisa koi dagh-e-sajda meray naam par nahee hay
meray haath main qalam hay , meray zehan main ujala
mujhay kya daba sakay ga, koi zulmatoN ka pala
mujhay fikre amn-e-aalam , tujhay apnee zaat ka gham
main tulu horaha hooN , too ghuroob honay wala
kehtay hay kay gosht na khata tha muarree
phal phool par karta tha apnee guzar auqat
ek dost nay bhoona hua teetar usay bheja
shayed is tadbeer say us shatir ko ho maat
afsos sad afsos shaheeN na bana na too
Taqdeer ke qazi ka yeh fatwa hai azal se
jurm-e-Zaifi ki saza marg-e-mafajaat
In memory of Dhaka fall (urdu)
aansooN say tumhain alwidain kaheeN
razm gahaoN nay jab bhee pukara tumhaiN
tum zafar mand to khair kya lot-tay
haar nay bhee na jee say utara tumhain
tum nay jaaN kay iwaz aabroo baich dee
phir bhee ham nay kya hay gawara tumhain
seena chakan-e-mashriq bhee apnay hee thay
jin ka khooN mooN pay malnay kay tum aaey they
in kee taqdeer to kya badaltay magar
in kee naslain badalnay ko tum aaey thay
yaad hoN kay tumhain wo ayyam bhee
tum aseeree say jab lot kar aaey thay
ham dareeda jigar rastoN main khaRay
apnay dil apnee aNkhoN main bhar laey thay
kya khabar thee kay tum say shakista ana
apnay zakhmoN kay pas chatney aaeN gay
jin kay jabroN ka apnoN ka khooN lag gaya
zulm kee sab hadaiN patnay aaeN gay
aur marg-e-bangal kay baad bolan main
shehrioN kay galay katnay aaing gay
jaisay bartanwee raaj main gorakhay
baaghioN pay sitam aam un kay bhee thay
jaisay saffaak goray vietnam maiN
haq parastoN pay ilzam un kay bhee thay
aaj tum main aur un main faraq to nahee
raifalaiN , wardiaN , naam un kay bhee thay
aaj tum nay sarhad say mehran tak
yeh maqtal sajaey hain kyooN ghazioN
kis shehehnshah-e-aali ka farman hay
kis kay aagay ho tum sar nigooN ghazio
tum nay dekhay haiN jamhoor kay qaflay
jin kay hathoN main parcham baghawat kay hain
papRioN par jamee papRiaN khoon kee
keh rahee haiN yeh manzar qyamat kay hain
kal tumharay liye pyar seenoN maiN tha
ab jo sholay uthay haiN wo nafrat kay haiN
ab to shair pay bhee qarz mattee ka hay
ab qalam maiN lahoo hay siyahee nahee
khol utra tumhara to zahir hua
PAISHA WAR QATILO, TUM SIPAHEE NAHEE
ab sab hee bay zameeroN kay sar chahiye
ab faqat qissa e taj e shahi nahee
-Ahmed Faraz