CodeSutra – The Art of Coding Love

Posted in poet in me on March 9, 2009 by dayavincicode

I can not help myself from riding back home

to see her and to smell her skin,

stars are gleaming and the moon is full

in the pleasant breeze we commit that beautiful sin

when I touch her low abut , with my finger,

she blooms like a flower and turns red

on my lap she sits with her face facing mine

otherwise she lazily looses it on the bed

The boot loader runs as she prepares for the feast

and presents me with choice of smuttiness

Linux is the most pleasurable mode

as it gets longer to satisfy her steaminess

I tardily unbutton her top, as I open up the terminal

and this is when we game our foreplay

I navigate deeper in to the folders

undressing her piece by piece before actually set to sway

As I go about keying her with the code

she cuddles on to my arms as if she will never let me go

sometimes I stop to rethink the logic

she says better be fast or to sleep mode I shall croak

she is so proud of her sexuality, she never ceases to trick me

zesty errors she throws, they simply make me say “I am so dim”

I repeat some of those positions to make those errors fly

she finally compiles,  smiles at me and says “I am done”.

Well this is as much sexier as it could get when I sit with my Laptop trying out some programs. The message is “Geeks have a life too”.

I See You

Posted in poet in me on February 15, 2009 by dayavincicode

Hey everyone it’s been quite a sometime since my last post. The new firm I have signed up with kept me a bit busy for blogging.

I was kinda thinking, all of my so called “Poems” carried a negative notion. like leaving college,missing friends,running away from one’s own dream company.For a change I thought I should writing something about the brighter side of life. You know something that will make us feel lite and feel good sort of a post.

So here goes another rhyme titled “I See You”

I hope to defy impossibility through this bit of carving
for just words wont describe your endowment of charming

you are that sprite, you used to prank me in my dreams
I woke up cursing the sun, you belong to his own realms

deity created you , he needs to take a bow
I marvel looking at you if you are really sent from above

I celebrate that day, that day I see you around my den
benignant is your presence, my den turned in to a heaven

At the times when I miss you , I close my eyes to see you in my mind
your smile flashes such a brilliance it’s ironical that it still leaves me blind

I wish to borrow a part of your asset that very thing they call affection
blessed you are with such an present, bearing it like mother of conviction

As I start penning down the ending line
I wish to recount on a dear of mine
This rhyme that you have just read through,
is dedicated to my good old buddy, baby Shru 🙂

This is first ever feel good thing I have penned down , talking of “feel good”, the only thing that comes in to my mind is the song “Subah Subah” from the movie “I See You”. I guess now you will figure why this post is named so.

Unfaithful?or is it Basic Instinct?

Posted in 1 on December 14, 2008 by dayavincicode

Folks, I have a confession to make. I have lied to nearly 300 people and have broken away from them like a sly,  but I had to do it for, otherwise things would have got a little foggier.

If you are a Sasian, I must thank you for showing interest in my blog, as a reward I am letting you out  a secret, I am not taking a break to pursue my Higher studies, I am going to be associated with another firm, apparently Sasken’s own Client. I assume you will forgive me and you do understand the reason why I had to lie to you.

Was It a basic Instinct? well I must say I got lucky, let me not that yet either, you will never know what’s in store for me. I have taken my chances. As the expression goes “Love your work, don’t love your company, for you will never know when the company stops loving you”. Deep inside my heart I do feel I loved Sasken.

Let me make it up, Let me present a rap for Sasken, here it goes

Break up!
I always hoped my heart would not get a tweak
She is very assuring, when it comes to making a geek
She Cuts the Edge of Telecommunication
I cared to join her, what ever be the Remuneration
She set me a date in the month of July
I felt so light, I could almost fly
Just when I was about to complain “It’s paining”
She said ,”Poor thing,you had enough of training”
She then signed me up with a lady called Motorola
Boy!, her associates drive the likes of Toyota-Corolla
when I was about to feel a world with this new acquaintance
She sent a word “It’s an Issue with the maintenance”
Spirit that ran high and flew beyond the sky
were pushed down to the abyss before I could even give it a try
I walked back with saggy shoulders,broken hearted
wriggled around, trying hard to get things started
I was anticipating I will be honored with a crown
Damn! that was too much hence I came back with a frown
The course seems simple yet fuddle,
I feel half sunk in a mystified puddle.
I am not complaining, it’s not her fault
for, economy says “screw you,give it a better thought”
I had time of my life with my fellow peers
and as I move away, I fight my tears
I am saying good bye, I am looking forward to make it up,
I really don’t meant it, but still, I am breaking up.
In this short pleasant dream, she felt like a safe haven
I am kissing her a bye,to my humble lady called Sasken.
Unfaithful or Basic Instinct both are pretty enjoyable, If you know what I mean ;). So I here by declare my self a F**king A*s hole for breaking up with Sasken. I am sorry.


Let me just talk….

Posted in poy pouri on November 7, 2008 by dayavincicode

I had always longed for a roller coaster ride.I had been on it only once, it was in my 7th standard as I recall. I always said I want to go on it again but, hardly had any chance. May be I was too desperate, so much that the God or who’s ever is playing the cards had to finally call it in. So this is how he takes me on the ride.

First he gives me my Dream Job.

Then he delays my joinig date by 6 months.

He makes the HR call me on the phone the day before the first Batch gets inducted(When I was in the movie hall) and the HR tells me”Your Joining date has been Pre-Poned to tomorrow”.

He got me enlisted on the merit list which undergoes short-term training and he makes my Tests easier.

He then delays my Interview with the client by a month .

He then sets me up with a panel of two client representatives who  test me on Basic skills .

He makes me answer all of thier questions with ease and I pull it off.

He then asks them to put me on the kernel side and I go like “Yeah Baby”

After a few days I get shifted in to another a team which is on Apps.

I work there for a fortnight and then I get kicked in to another team.

This very team happens to be working on Symbian C++. I was made to study those concepts and I had KIckass fun doing so.

Then he makes my client sack the symbian projects and makes me jobless.

So here I am riding it like I never had before, wait a minute! is it me who is riding? or is it the other way round? That’s right Its me who’s being ridden.

It has now made me say “Roller Coaster is not all that fun After all” 

When I really get critical and start analysing it, I can and only can see everybody suffering.So I call upon you and say “Life is just a blast, because it is moving really fast, so you better stay on top or life will Kick you in the Ass”

Jab We met!

Posted in poy pouri on November 2, 2008 by dayavincicode

I would love to give my expert comments on the movie “Psycho ” for; I have this overwhelming urge to talk about it. I have been asking people if they plan to see the flick, if the answer is ‘No’, I immediately give my comments. Otherwise I shut my mouth and say, “Just watch it”.

Well the tale I want to share with you is rather one of the weirdest experience that I have had, while I was returning home from the movie. Before I actually share that, let me recollect my experience when I was doing my SSLC. Needless to say how we guys are at that age. Notorious with Restless eyes, ever-twitching muscle(s), not to mention the Raging harmones.

This incident took place when I was returning home from school after my tuition classes. There was a place right across the street where they used to sell Nice Bondas. I made it point to have one while returning home every time I passed by. That day was not destined to end happily. When I was just about go to that bonda stall, a bunch of eunuchs surrounded me. They demanded for money. I just had 2 bucks with me, which I carried just to pay for those delicious bonda. I had no choice I gave one of them the money. Here is how it went on.

He/She: Hey, we are not beggars we are god’s own angels.

Me: I have only this much.

He/She: You must not say that, you will have something to give if you wanted to.

Me: Bite me. (Started laughing)

He/She: oh! Looks like you need to be enlightened, I will show you something that will enlighten you. (Started to lift his/her skirt up)

I started crying. There were literally tears in my eyes. Then they stopped and started laughing at me. One of them came to me and squeezed my lower lip as if I was ‘Angelina jolie’ and said, “the kid is cute, poor thing, let him go”.

I came home crying and my siblings had the entertainment of their lives when I narrated my debacle at the bonda stall. Since then, I have been staying away from them.

Yesterday when I was returning home from the movie it was about 8 in the evening. While driving I noticed a hot chick walking down the lane. She was draped in a saree. She had a perfect body. I was tempted to look at her face as I approached her and as in the movies, as we came close, she also looked at me and incidentally our eyes locked I was just about to thank god for making my evening, but I was startled. I was looking in to the eyes of a eunuch. I realized that she is not “She” after all.

He/She smiled at me and said “Can you drop me till the Banyan tree?”

My head spun and the visual “the Bonda stall” played back in my mind. I would not want to take the risk this time. So I said “Yeah sure” and stopped.

He/She hopped on and said “Thank you Thambi” which means thank you bro.

I was Ice cold as He/she was sitting on the pillion seat .I rode as fast I as I could and stopped at the banyan tree. He/She praised me saying “kadvane unukku nalla valke thara” which sort of is like wishing “God bless you”

Now this is what happened “Jab We met”

“A BIT of my life”

Posted in poet in me on August 30, 2008 by dayavincicode

The day I had been longing for,

It was 25th of October 2004

Wittingly looking around as aliens pass by

The place I was headed, rested until, a sly

Overwhelmed I was, I wore my best attire

Hoping the aliens will not get a chance to pass a satire

I watched my step as it touched inside of the portal

Through the gateway, which bored glorious and immortal.

Placed I was, to drive a vehicle with out a steer

That is what we do to become an engineer.

The mundane set in, away got my fear

Aliens transformed to whom I call “oh dear”

Busses sped around calling me on board

I had pleasure of my life holding on to the footboard

I gazed and gazed sampling my fate on the picks

Bus stop was the place where I hounded for chicks

Tests and assignments popped once in a while

Overseen too carefully to cheat and not to get on trial.

KJC, my lavish lounge where I dallied the cricket match,

Saturdays were the best, with home movies to watch.

Sprouted a local club, keyed as B-gang

Fabled it is now, as a song that we all sang.

I assayed my way through the GATE and to bell the CAT

Thanks to my aptitude, my back could not get a pat.

Cool was our corner, our bugles resounded high above the rock

Treks we set out, sipping out of an ace bottle of coke.

What was meant to be four years of education,

Appears to me as four days of vacation.

Nostalgic I am turning back the pages,

Can solely smile reading this chapter called “A BIT of my life”.

Survivor!!!

Posted in poet in me on August 17, 2008 by dayavincicode

I better recede from those memories.

Those brawls and dustups, thinking of which I feel a blaze in my heart.

Moments, which are long gone. I rebuke at very thought of it, I hope they are not really gone.

It was a perfect morning then, all merry and gay,

With fellow mates around there was nothing to worry, just play

Then came a day when each had to part, to what it seemed like a true destiny, solely bemused of making a roaring career.

We sure do meet new souls and make new acquaintances,

But I do not see a point in trying, if I have to leave them.

The ones who love me and the ones, who don’t, show the same Colour

When it is all set to go.

The destiny seems blurred and there is no one to stand by, still I need to walk along, for I am mentored to devolve the past and give it a try.

I hope to resolve this disarray; I have no choice, I must say good-bye and smile at the new world, which offers me chance.

It has flown out of my heart a song in agony.Its killing to live without friends.I am a survivor.