I recommend every body to watch ‘Taare Zameen Par‘ This movie is simply superb. I liked it. I really liked it.

Rumors are on the air that Apple is now launching its next big product. Yes, this time it is an iCar. Two big brands namely Apple an Beetle are swapping ideas to produce this wonder car. This is an attempt to create an office and entertainment center together on four wheels. It has been said that iCar will smudge the separation between personal and work life.

Google launched a fine service which transliterates your roman script to hindi script. Your text will be transliterated as you type and hit space bar. So if you want to run a hindi blog, you can easily make it in hindi script. Here is the google transliteration script link.  Now enjoy making more posts in hindi in your blog, or social networking site. When I typed my name there, I was amazed to see, how it became कंकाना भट्टाचार्य

I was searching internet for my biggest problem which is nothing but content theft and come across a very good article. You can check it here. My ignorance, I didn’t know much about Digital Millennium Copyright act. What a lovely article Lorelle wrote!! Please check it.

Every bloggers or a large chunk of them wants to make money online while blogging. But I am sure most of them are clueless, specifically who are very new in this game. The most preferred way of course is adsense, but there are other players too, who let you earn money online. Here is a blog I came across while surfing and here Darren clearly specified ways to make money online.

Happy Blogging

To begin with, I pay tribute to Lord Tennyson for his wonderful poem Ulysses. This poem inspired me a lot. So, it must occupy my first post.

Ulysses
Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vest the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honoured of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers;
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untravelled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As though to breath were life. Life piled on life
Were all to little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.

This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfill
This labour, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.

There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads you and I are old;
Old age had yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are,
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Ulysses
Alfred Lord Tennyson