Clarked !

I was sitting in my school's computer lab ,working on a project that was assigned to me. I was outright frustrated since the program was not working according to what I intended (When has it ever ? ). I leaned back on my chair and looked around the lab. I saw my friend working on a computer . His program was a "Cricket Scoreboard". Being an ardent cricket fan , I went to over to see his output.He said that he had a small bug but everything else was fine.


P.S: The controversial Sydney test had gotten over a day before and the euphoria hadn't yet died yet .


Before proceeding, I will tell a bit about the project. We can input the number of overs and the scorecard is updated ball by ball,with all the options in cricket available.


I asked him to enter 2 overs. The scorecard appeared and I entered 3 runs for the first ball. So ,now ,Adam Gilchrist had 3 runs to his name & Hayden was facing R.P Singh. the next balls were 4, 0, 2no-ball & 1wide. I then entered hayden as out bowled. So Hayden departed for 6 runs and the scorecard showed Clarke facing next ball. I hate Clarke, all the more after Sydney controversy. I immediately gave him out caught behind, thus satisfying my inner ego.

But you can't always satisfy your ego,as I learned soon enough . Me and my friend were expecting the scorecard to show Clarke out and Ponting facing the next ball.
But the program went black and then a blue screen with an error message came onto it(Windows users will be quite familiar with it). The Error message was :


ILLEGAL OPERATION ATTEMPTED
PROGRAM HAS BEEN TERMINATED

We were stunned ,for a second. But we started laughing at it.WE had a hearty laugh that fetched other friends in the lab to our computer. Boy ! I still remember the look the Lab teacher gave us for the commotion.

The Garden

A stretch of land to miles away,
where green plants and pretty flowers lay.
No more beautiful can a garden be,
everyting there I had to see.
Friuts and flowers that adorn the place,
with the scenery, slows my pace.
I strode through the vibran sunflowers,
even as the humming bird hovers.;
Through the twirling vines and velvety roses,
as I took deep breathes in pauses.
Bamboos & creepers make the gateways,
which radiate in the sun's rays .
As the wind breezes from head to toe,
I lose track of all my woe.
A garden tto soothe my body and mind,
This is the only one of that kind.
Sauntering through it ,time flew by.
Dusk fell and the light started to die.
Even as the darkness loomed,
The Sakura still proudly bloomed.
The tailorbirds started to sew ,
As I , unwillingly , bid adieu .
I would return again ,
When my heart is in pain.
Since it is in that realm ,
which realizes all my dream.

The Battlefield

I am starting off with my poem that i wrote some days ago. Please read through it and comment. :)



Therein lies the majestic Battlefield,
Where was used the weapons and shield.
Long ago was the great war,
one which was much above par.
Their own ground the armies stood,
For this was the battle between Evil and good.
Hinged on it was the Future,
of the values,they nurture.
At their leader's shout ,at dawn,
the armies race and meet head on.
Each warrior is different in his own right
Yet there is something that unites their might.
Hunger for victory,determination and courage:
These surapass the magic craft of any mage.
these are no mean warriors that fight,
each is worthy of a ballad on his might.
Weapon to weapon ,hand to hand ,they fought.
Submit to the other ,both will not.
Warriors killed and were killed,but the battle raged on.
After all it doesnt end till one side has won.
The battalion fought with or without weapons or armour,
not caring if the weather was colder or warmer.
Legions were killed ,many commanders fell,
but neither side had an andvantage to tell.
The day when the lowest peoople did the greatest thing,
Victory was for the good side and their King.
The efforts of his army went,not in vain,
As the dark lord fell ,never to rise again !

The Numero Uno !

This is the Numer Uno Post of mine. I will start to blog from now on.

Till the next time : Adios