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Better man in paradise land …

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Written back in 2011 mid December I guess, for my friend Shelly, when we shared a moment. Already a song with some nice music. Some parts of it, I could allow to be called exaggeration, while some of it are just what it means. One of the best buddies I have at work, I could go on and on, if you get me started.. so, here it is, rot, and ripe.

 

Better man in Paradise land

You crawled in to my brain and read everything
what do I hide from you now? except for nothing

you took a stroll down my memory lane
leaving your footprints driving me insane

am I too happy because I have found a friend?
am I still sloppy because my troubles can never end?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Another good day holding your hands
—-

Why is the sun shining at me so bright
while the breeze cuddles like she’s holding me tight

When I was falling she caught me right in the air
Beat me and taught me that she always cares

Would you let me worship you from my ivory tower?
Lock me up darling, can we stay in this moment forever?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Earning my way to the paradise land
—-

you.. you.. you.. you

You crawled in to my brain and read everything
what do I hide from you now? except for nothing

you took a stroll down my memory lane
leaving your footprints driving me insane

am I too happy because I have found a friend?
am I still sloppy because my troubles can never end?

—-
I am excited to be here with you
I am glad for I have become a better man

I am excited to be here with you
Earning my way to the paradise land
—-

-rotandripe

 

oh yeah, that ivory tower part was borrowed from Eddie Vedder’s Hard Sun.

 

BetterMan

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January 18, 2013 at 6:07 pm

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I pray for you .. my truelove

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It’s been a long time since I wrote a song, a complete set of free flowing thoughts that I could call a song – way back in July 2012 I think. Many bits and pieces I wrote, un-organizized. Something happened, something  provoked and stirred me up today, beyond my apathy apathetic laziness to write this down. This is version one and bound to succumb many changes as I play some guitar strums for it. so, here is is raw, rot, and ripe.

 

I pray for you

———————————————————-

Ever since the day we walked down the aisle
Couldn’t know that my living would be worthwhile

My loneliness’s eluded with the tenderness of your touch
Every morning while we woke up with fingers clutched

It’s your innocence that constantly drew me towards you
I realized the meaning of ecstasy when I lay beside you

———————————————————
I seem to pray; I seem to trust in my prayers
I pray for you to be with me in eternity
I pray for a world made only for you and me
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The perfection in crafting your body and mind
Willingly beguiled me to claim every bit of you, mine

The warmth in your heart attested to sheer comfort
Cleansed me off my hatred and bitterly discomforts

Glued by this inexplicable nature, we shared love
Parting from you would’ve been my last day, my truelove

———————————————————
I seem to pray; I seem to trust in my prayer
I pray for strength with you as my armor
I pray for you to be with me in eternity
I pray for a world made only for you and me
———————————————————

 

– rotandripe

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January 18, 2013 at 5:42 pm

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crowd, cattle, and breed rate

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At work, or on your way to work;

at school, being in such a clan is so cool;

the indispensable part of social unions;

not so long ago, touched many billions.

Everyplace your eyes may see,

rampage resembles a cattle feed.

The sanctity inherent in their creed,

couldn’t control rate at which they breed.

 

 

from a crowd despising (sic) man.

 

Put a cap on it! – www.putacaponit.in or just Pull it out! before we surpass the mass of the earth.

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January 10, 2013 at 12:32 am

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Html Encoding and [ MvcHtmlString.Create, Html.Raw, and @ ]

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There is also an answer at stackoverflow that is on the similar lines – http://stackoverflow.com/questions/22491437/how-can-i-enter-quotes-to-white-list-on-htmlencode/22536280#22536280

 

What returns an encoded output by default, try it out yourself with the sample code below.

 

Code: Paste it in any .cshtml file.


@{
    string xssScript = "<script type='text/javascript'>alert('XssScript');</script>";
    string htmlEncodedXssScript = HttpUtility.HtmlEncode(xssScript);
    string doubleHtmlEncocedXssScript = HttpUtility.HtmlEncode(htmlEncodedXssScript);
}

<p>MvcHtmlString.Create</p>
<ol>
<li>@MvcHtmlString.Create(xssScript) </li>
<li>@MvcHtmlString.Create(htmlEncodedXssScript) </li>
<li>@MvcHtmlString.Create(doubleHtmlEncocedXssScript) </li>
</ol>

<p>Html.Raw</p>
<ol>
<li>@Html.Raw(xssScript) </li>
<li>@Html.Raw(htmlEncodedXssScript) </li>
<li>@Html.Raw(doubleHtmlEncocedXssScript) </li>
</ol>

<p>@@</p>
<ol>
<li>@xssScript </li>
<li>@htmlEncodedXssScript </li>
<li>@doubleHtmlEncocedXssScript </li>
</ol>

 

Sample Output:

image

 

Questions to ponder –

1. http://stackoverflow.com/questions/2293357/what-is-an-mvchtmlstring-and-when-should-i-use-it

2. http://stackoverflow.com/questions/10331019/difference-between-mvchtmlstring-create-and-html-raw

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January 10, 2013 at 12:02 am

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

 

Notes: http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/frost/section7.rhtml

 

P.S. Notes borrowed from an unknown source on the world wide web. Poem is posted here for relish and educational purposes, and is copyrighted to respective Authors and Publishers.

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January 5, 2013 at 2:31 pm

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Infant Sorrow by William Blake

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My mother groan’d! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt.
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands;
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast.

 

Notes:

This poem belongs to the “Songs of Experience” by William Blake. It is the counter poem of “Infant Joy”. The poem suggests that childbirth is not always joyful and happy but can bring sorrow and pain. The response of the child itself may be different from that of the child in “Infant Joy” because of the behavior of the parents. In this poem the parents seem depressed by this unwanted birth, and this may be reflecting on the child itself. This poem could be considered as a work of societal allusion. It is well known that William Blake was strongly opposed to the industrial revolution; similarly, he was opposed to the mistreatment of children by rich factory owners. When the infant is being brought helpless and naked to the “dangerous world”, this world refers to the industrial revolution. The “swaddling bands” represent the fat that infants are born with, initially to insulate them and provide some form of defense against their inherent vulnerability. Blake utilizes this as a symbol of temporary security. While the child is young, he/she will be nurtured and protected by their parents. But once the child matures, they will find a life devoid of any joy or pleasure, such as working in the factories with no security. The child decides to “sulk” upon the breast of the mother’s child, almost in a manner that allows the child to enjoy what little comfort it has left. This poem is powerful in the sense that it outlines the desperate, sorrowful situation facing all ill-mannered children once they begin to grow and become strong machine operators.

One thing that generally goes unnoticed in this poem is the use of the past tense to describe this birth. The speaker is no longer a baby: he has had some experience of the dangerous world and he turns back to see the dreadful moment when – like a fiend, not like an angel – he came to life. The verb leapt suggests his exhausted mother’s last push after a painful labor, with no tender arms to take and cuddle this creature. The baby found itself half stifled with the poor bandage wrapped around its tiny body and its father’s hands to hold him tight. He tried to free himself, as hard as he could, but his attempt was vain and in the end he could only surrender and “sulk upon … mother’s breast”. The struggle is symbolical of any attempt of contrasting tyrannical oppressive power (the father, the institutions, the church itself…) and the final moment of surrender is the negative acceptance of one’s destiny.

 

P.S. Notes borrowed from an unknown source on the world wide web. Poem is posted here for relish and educational purposes, and is copyrighted to respective Authors and Publishers.

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January 5, 2013 at 2:24 pm

An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog by Oliver Goldsmith

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Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
And if you find it wondrous short,
It cannot hold you long.

In Islington there was a man,
Of whom the world might say
That still a godly race he ran,
Whene’er he went to pray.

A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad,
When he put on his clothes.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

This dog and man at first were friends;
But when a pique began,
The dog, to gain some private ends,
Went mad and bit the man.

Around from all the neighbouring streets
The wondering neighbours ran,
And swore the dog had lost his wits,
To bite so good a man.

The wound it seemed both sore and sad
To every Christian eye;
And while they swore the dog was mad,
They swore the man would die.

But soon a wonder came to light,
That showed the rogues they lied:
The man recovered of the bite,
The dog it was that died.

 

Notes:

Another wonderfully cutting poem, the irony being all the better for being understated. The verse, likewise, has a deliberately simple rhythm to it, an appeal to ‘popularity’ established by the first stanza, where the narrator is cast into the mould of storyteller rather than ‘high’ poet.

Of course, the poem itself is clear enough, and its central character practically a stereotype, but there’s apparently more to it than that – according to the Dictionary of Sensibility,

The dog, as we know, is Friedrich Nietzsche; […] a figure of sensibility, the mad philosopher/prophet/poet who either heals or infects the community.

Well, I didn’t know, but I’ll take their word for it. It goes on to explain the bite as an act that ‘exposes the community’s belief in the harmlessness of corruption’.

 

P.S. Notes borrowed from an unknown source on the world wide web. Poem is posted here for relish and educational purposes, and is copyrighted to respective Authors and Publishers.

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January 5, 2013 at 2:12 pm

for all you corporate bureaucrats..

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for all you corporate bureaucrats, ask yourself – Isn’t the word “multitasking” invented for computers and such machines?!

Get a life, before you mow somebody’s life down. Get a dose of sanity shot here –

The magic of doing one thing at a time – http://blogs.hbr.org/schwartz/2012/03/the-magic-of-doing-one-thing-a.html

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January 4, 2013 at 10:33 pm

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gandhi said..

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Gandhi said that whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it, ’cause nobody else will. I tend to agree with the first part.

 

You once told me our fingerprints don’t fade from the lives that we touch. Is that true for everybody? Or was it just poetic bullshit?

 

Someone comes into your life and half of you says, ‘You’re nowhere near ready.’ And the other half says, ‘Make her yours forever’

 

Tyler: You have a daughter who sincerely believes that you don’t like her. I mean, she is trying to communicate, she is speaking but why aren’t you listening? I mean, why aren’t you riveted? Why is this not the most important thing just for one night?

Charles Hawkins: She knows I love her. Good God, you toss that word around when you have no idea what it means!

Tyler: Maybe I don’t, and maybe Caroline doesn’t either.

Charles Hawkins: I’ve provided her world and yours.

Tyler: That doesn’t mean you can just shatter it! Whenever you feel, When-when-when-when there’s something better to do.

Charles Hawkins: Who the hell do you think you’re talking to? You pedal down here in your bicycle for Christ’s sake. You got to take care of nothing. You’re responsible for no one. You’re a kid! You think you’re the first one to lose anything? You think that wherever you feel in your heart I don’t also feel in mine?

Tyler: You didn’t find him. See I found him. And you’re just so… tragically blind that you think the rest of your children are just gonna hang themselves…

Charles: [charges toward Tyler] You little piece of…

Tyler: [People in the meeting separate them] What!
 

 

and more quotes from Remember Me (2010) movie at http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Remember_Me_(2010_film)

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January 4, 2013 at 9:34 pm

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dowry

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“Man who asks for dowry – is a sterile male – and that is he’s fucking impotent!”. Period!

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January 4, 2013 at 9:32 pm

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