Current favorite song

Well, my current favorite song...

(Movie: Gharonda
Music: Jaidev
Lyrics: Gulzar
Playback: Runa Laila)

tumhe ho naa ho, mujhko to itna yakeen hai
mujhe pyaar tum se naheen hai, naheen hai
mujhe pyaar tum se naheen hai, naheen hai

magar maine ye raaj ab tak naa jaanaa
ke kyon pyaaree lagatee hai, baatein tumhaari
main kyon tum se milne ka dhnoodhoon bahana
kabhee maine chaahaa, tumhe chhoo ke dekhoon
kabhee maine chaahaa, tumhe paas lana
magar fir bhee is baat kaa to yakeen hai
mujhe pyaar tumse, nahin hai nahin hai..

fir bhee jo tum door rahte ho mujhse
to rahate hain dil pe, udaasii ke saaye
koi khwaab oonche makaanon se jhaanke
koi khwaab baithha rahe, sar jhukaaye
kabhie dil kii raahon mien faile andheraa
kabhie door tak roshanii muskuraye
magar fir bhee is baat kaa to yakeen hai
mujhe pyaar tumse nahin hai, nahin hai..

...

Vuja De - the feeling you'll be here later.

Pi R squared. Nooo! Pie R round, cornbread R square!

If at first you don't succeed, put it out for beta test.

Dogs crawl under gates, software crawls under Windows!

OS/2? What's that? Half of an Operating System?

DOS never says "EXCELLENT command or filename"...

ASCII a stupid question, get a stupid ANSI!

If I save the whales, where do I keep them?

What do computer engineers use for birth control? Their personalities.

Due to budget cuts the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

Who is General Failure and why is he reading my hard disk?

Give me ambiguity or give me something else.

My truck does not leak. It's just marking its territory!

On the other hand, you have different fingers.

I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges.

Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.

When you kill a bug, ten more come for the funeral.

User - a technical term used by computer pros. See idiot.

She lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted looks.

As the evening comes

I had always loved evenings for their freshness, vitality and colors.
But I no more look forward to them (well, I do - 'coz it means I'll be getting out of the office soon). But not the way I used to, for their beauty. 'Coz they're all the same to me. I know exactly what I'll be doing every evening (ok, 5 days a week at least) - sitting in front of my system.
And I no longer feel fresh - it's more like exhaustion.
It's not making sense I guess - we're all going through it.
But oh, I miss my evenings!

Your Girl

No more the girl you called your Sunshine!
No more the girl of yellows and whites...
No, not crimson either
Maroon maybe, dark and murky
And I won't fear black if you hold my hand
Won't mind killing if it were for you
Won't hate sins if you hold my hand