Monday, October 18, 2010

Twilight...

























after dark.., photo originally clicked and uploaded by Mihir Misra.

I was child
And still am I.
Playing games at twilight,
with a companion
who comes to see me at the fall of light.
My friend! it's there when I am alone amongst the trillion,
Yes it's my own shadow, my closest companion.

Seldom my mind goes into haze,
But my companion, who is clearer than me, 
brings me strength during the hours of dismays.

Seldom I feel lonely and go for a walk in the dusk,
where I do not see anyone of my own
but only this companion who holds my husk.

Seldom it happens when I am waiting for someone,
The one who never appears to wipe my tears
But this companion of mine, is the only one who hears.

I run and pause
And so it do,
Sometimes I looked bigger,
and sometimes it grew.

No matter how old are we,
we still play,
the games at twilight
chasing each others' footprints forth the way.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

If you were me and I were you...


Through your eyes..., originally clicked by Vaishali Ahuja.

If for a moment, you were me and I were you,
would you act as me or would you still echo your real true?
If put into my gloves,
would you wink at me or would you adore?
would you notice me as I do or just ignore?
would you love me or just abhor?

If for a moment, you were me and I were you,
you step into my shoes and I put on yours,
would we fathom more
or would we loathe these detours?
If for a moment, I forget myself as me and forget your true,
you looking closer at me and I look into deeper you,
would it make the present beautiful or make it more blue?

If for a moment, you were me and I were you,
you feel through my heart,
and see through my eye,
you would find an innocent pie
which is full of love so real and deeply true.

If for a moment, you were me and I were you...

Saturday, October 9, 2010

To our customers...

Can you lend me your shoes?
So that I can wear them and understand your woes?


I promise I will make you forget,
the reasons that made you fret.


You hold so special, so dear,
loosing your trust is something I fear.


I would do my best to make you feel happy and gay,
And thank you with all my heart, for my bread and butter you pay.


I wish I could dive into your mind,
What you like, what you don't - is I could find.


I wish you could lend me your shoes,
So that I could wear them and understand your woes...


This is a small poem that I wrote as part of an assignment in Usability Testing Training held in Bangalore. This assignment was to let us make use of right part of our brains. We were asked to write a poem on any random topic. I chose this topic as it was closer to the subject of our training.


Our left brain is our logical brain whereas the right part of brain handles all the creativity. The idea of poem writing was to cultivate the creativity in our minds, making use of our right brain. We use our logical brains when we create and test a software. The creative brain remains inactive at that time. However, the consumers of our product use both left and right brains as they are in learning phase. So is why they can think of new ideas instantly and suggest even while using software for the first time.

 
To understand Usability, we have to think from users' perspective and for that it is mandatory to use both left and right brains. And then only we can put ourselves in the user's shoes ad know what usability problems they could face when they use our product.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

The other side of moon...


Luna creciente, photo originally clicked and uploaded by FWHM.

I am the Moon.
They regard me for my sublimity,
and for the ambrosia of my serenity
The hard truth however is,
I do not have my own identity.


The light you see and cherish me what for, isn't mine,
Do you think I deserve -
the murmurs of my beauty in divine?
Or the sacred carols
enchanted for me in the shrine?

In one of each month's day
when I appear the brightest and complete,
And on the paramours' cruise, their love meets in feat
Holding hands they vow
to be together till the last morrow.
Do you think I deserve -
the honour of being the witness of their promises?
And the honour of being called the light of the love?

When I see myself,
I see just stones and gravel,
Nothing more than craters to unravel.
The light comes from Sun that makes me bright,
and make me the emperor of the night.

Do I really deserve what is not mine?