screensaver c++ program for my archana

header files used: iostream.h
conio.h
graphics.h
dos.h
stdlib.h





#include
#include
#include
#include
#include

void main()
{
int gd=DETECT,gm;
initgraph(&gd,&gm,"..\\bgi");

int x=0,y=333,dir=1;

settextstyle(5,0,5);



while(!kbhit())
{
setcolor(random(27));
switch(dir)
{
case 1: while(x<=520&&y<=440)
{
outtextxy(x,y,"archana");
cleardevice();
x++;
y++;
delay(0);
}
if(x>=520)
dir=3;
else if(y>=440)
dir=2;
break;

case 2: while(x<=520&&y>=0)
{
outtextxy(x,y,"archana");
cleardevice();
x++;
y--;
delay(0);
}
if(x>=520)
dir=4;
else if(y<=0)
dir=1;
break;

case 3: while(x>=0&&y<=440)
{
outtextxy(x,y,"archana");
cleardevice();
x--;
y++;
delay(0);
}
if(x<=0)
dir=1;
else if(y>=440)
dir=4;
break;

case 4: while(x>=0&&y>=0)
{
outtextxy(x,y,"archana");
cleardevice();
x--;
y--;
delay(0);
}
if(x<=0)
dir=2;
else if(y<=0)
dir=3;
break;

}
}



getch();
}

SATURDAY, MARCH 07, 2009, 4:44 PM…

SATURDAY, MARCH 07, 2009, 4:44 PM…

The song ‘mumbai salsa’ is playing on my pc for 13th time or so, while I am writing this. The reason being the aphrodisiac female voice, which I find quite soothing when I am, probably, not feeling well. I slept continuously for about 6 hours. Maybe the weariness of the whole week required it. But I can’t, as I had decided, waste my time like this. In fact, I can’t afford. Well, I’ll write about that later sometime. Today, I am writing this blog especially to list all the matters on which I had to or I was supposed to write but couldn’t.


Anoushka Shankar is seeming unprecedentedly hot in today’s HT CITY after I watched her yesterday on TV in OYE IT’S FRIDAY. Her accent, smile and exotic expressions make her so charming. In today’s article, she’s written about her new The Anoushka Shankar Project, and has invited me, I mean all the readers to attend her concert in Delhi. Sorry dear, too busy this time. Hope to meet you soon (but only if my archana allows).


Now, I must stop digressing and finish this blog soon. But last two things, I want to share at the moment, as I fear, may become pointless some other time. Firstly, I’ve completed 105 pages of The Hungry Tide, by Amitav Ghosh.
And secondly, it’s about a book on common mistakes in English language, that I got issued yesterday from college library through my friend, as my slots were full. I must mention that my friend was feeling ashamed to get the book issued as he thinks he has good enough knowledge of English, still he did it for me. Today, I sat down to start it. For starting, I chose the back cover of the book, which was somewhat like an introduction, and was taken aback by seeing that the spelling of grammar was written ‘grammer’ there. Mujhe gussa bhi aaya aur hansi bhi.


Oh, I’m again short of time to complete this blog. Well, let me be fast and ignore if there be any mistake and mind not if I forget mentioning something, which is expected from me. So, here is my list of blogs that I’d thought of writing but either couldn’t complete or couldn’t even start.

• The first and most important matter. I love my archana, miss her always, always want to talk to her, and that’s why I’d created this blog. But usually, I finish the whole matter with my love, talking with her through my heart, and finally I’m left with no energy to make a written copy of it. I hope you understand my love. I love you so much , I just can’t explain.

• About my new gym, which I joined about 3 months ago, where the coach is an ex-Mr. Delhi. So, you must be knowing that my bod is getting sexier.

• About completing Midnight’s Children, which took me almost complete 6 months. I think I can call that my favourite book till now.

• About my improvement in my studies. There hasn’t been much, but I’m trying and with archana on my side, who has got the guts to stop me.

• And I miss my archana a lot, nobody goes and tell her, how much I need her. I love you archana.

• About my tuition students, who’ve sometimes played an important role, in my pursuit of knowledge.

• About why there’d been the same pic on my orkut profile, of the chocolate cake for quite a long time. Well, isn’t that like an ideal couple. Ek hi cake mein dono miyaan-biwi ne kaam chalaa liya. But don’t worry my love, for your next birthday, we’ll get a new cake. Miss you my love.

• About 11th January, which brings birthdays of my two friends. One being Nitin and other Gunjan. Well, I wanted to write for Gunjan, as I want her to know that I haven’t forgotten her as she might have thought. And you were wrong Gunjan, I still love my archana couldn’t forget her.

• About my sweetu, my girlfriend, who’s really sweet and I miss her always and want her to be happy always. Please always take care of your health sweetu.

• About a composition of mine, which I lost when I upgraded my hard disk (80 GB to 250 GB), the previous week, in which I’d tried to tell my archana, how this world always hurt me, how they make me feel alone and how much I need my archana sometimes. It was written almost one year ago.

• About the years 2003(the worst year of my life), 2006 (when my archana went away from me), and 2009 (which I’ve decided to break the sequence).

• A lot is still left, but I am getting late as I’ve to go for the tuition class. But one more thing, I can’t continue without mentioning. I love you archana. I am trying my best to make myself deserve you, but even if I fail, never think my love was not true. If I fail, it’d be just the lack of strength and determination in myself which should be blamed, not my love for you. Because that’s the only thing, that’s pushing me forwards. You are with me, and no one in the whole world can stop me, when my archana is with me. I have to say something archana. I know that doesn’t fulfil any purpose but for my satisfaction I’ll say. Please archana, if possible, don’t marry for next few years. I promise I’ll prove myself, whatever be the cost for that. Please archana, if possible…

ghajini

The only really bad thing about me as much as i know is that I get attracted to beautiful ladies everywhere, and those usually being married or older than me. One similar encounter, it was today also.

It was a SAI SANDHYA function at my uncle's home on the occasion of my cousin’s birthday. I won’t be justifying my atheism or my presence there. There are always some reasons why something happens. Bhajans started and the guests started coming. I was sitting in the front row near the stage, just opposite to the entrance and close to the orchestra. Besides the orchestra members and some older people who were sitting on the chairs at the back, all other devotees had to sit on the floor. Some were lost in their prayers through those bhajans and some were pretending to be. Women were whispering to each other perhaps about how awkward some other women were dressed. I was sitting alone, quiet and passing my time by observing the amusing expressions on others’ faces.

But my eyes got stuck when she entered. Wearing dark blue suit, which was of some shining cloth; holding a big gift wrapped in packing paper with one hand and a purse hanging her shoulder. Her simple specs were also glamorised by her sensuous personality. She had a white rose in her other hand which I noticed later, when she put that at SAI’s feet. The way she was greeted by my uncle and others made it clear that she was closely known to them and also was respected. I guessed her age to be somewhere between 25 and 30. Not sure about her marital status until I caught that thin red line running not through her parting but on her upper forehead.

After exchanging usual pleasantries with her known ones, she looked for some appropriate place to sit. It was the zenith of my luck that she sat down just before me. She would have touched me, if I hadn’t moved a little back. The smell of her perfume was also as sedating as she herself was. During whole this, I hadn’t been able to make any eye-contact with her. To some extent, I can tell in the first eye-contact whether I should try or not. But I wasn’t given the chance this time. She was sitting close to me, but I couldn’t see her face in this position. Trying to describe her looks in minimum words, I’d call her beautiful, impressive, sober, mature, hot, elegant, sensuous and … sorry, my vocab is not so good.

“She wouldn’t even look at me.”, thinking this, I tried to divert my mind from her. my cousin was busy, as he had to look after the arrangements and also play the role of emcee, and receiving those birthday wishes also. So I was supposed to help him.

Well, he is also a strange character. On greeting him, the first thing he did was, showing me a snap of a girl and warning,” Except this one, choose anyone.” Nice example of far-sightedness.

I got busy in helping others to manage the arrangement. After giving the water bottles to the orchestra members, I was standing near the stage, when my eyes fell on that lady in blue again. I couldn’t resist and kept looking at her. As if she felt this, she suddenly moved her eyes and stared at me. Her without smile face and grim eyes, were enough to discourage me. I moved away my eyes from her as fast as I could. The maturity on her face was suggesting that she had seen a lot in her life.
I ogled at her again, and she caught me again. This happened again, again and again and every time the duration of our eye contact was increasing and that seriousness on her face was reducing. Sometimes when I looked at her, I found her already looking at me. This kept going on till the musical
programme ended. After the bhajans was dinner arrangement. The entire sitting crowd had stood up. She also got up and sat besides the lead vocalist of the orchestra. She was talking to her friends and relatives, I was talking to mine but every few moments after we were looking at each other. It was as if we were trying to talk through our eyes. After about half an hour, we’d be going our homes. When I moved from my place, her eyes were looking here and there, I could see. A smile came on her face, when she saw me again, while trying to be unseen from everyone else. Her eyes and lips were silently expressing her as if she was asking me to say something if I had to.

After having dinner, it was time to part. She told indirectly that she’d be leaving as it was getting too late. Looking for someone or other, she kept roaming here and there to bid goodbye to everyone. But I could do nothing and I did nothing. At last, perhaps giving me a last chance, she stood in a deserted corner and looked at me. Just then, my cell vibrated and I pulled it out of my pocket. It was an sms from my friend. I just read the first line of the sms, locked the keypad and looked up for that beautiful lady. She was not where she was, but standing so close to me, her cell in her hand as if she was imitating me. Was she giving me hint to exchange phone no.? I don’t know. But I couldn’t. I put my cell back in my pocket. She looked in my eyes again and walked past me so closely that I almost touched her. I realized that she was at least one inch taller than me.
She didn’t turn back again and went out of the gate. I don’t know why I didn’t go after her outside right then. May be, I was expecting her to come back once more. But she didn’t. With slow steps, I came out and found her nowhere among the people standing there. The sound of an engine start drew my attention and I found her sitting in the rear seat of a car, which was ready to go. She had seen me, when I came out. Even in that darkness, I could see that helpless smile on her face, caressing me in a strange way.

why couldn't you trust me...

really they don't understand
really never could understand me
or was it my fault
or was it i who was wrong
to think that all it needs
is truth and trust

when i said truth
they always had doubt on this
then where's the difference
when i say a word from my heart
and a liar just moves his tongue
are we both just same

i accepted when i got drunk
i promised i wont repeat
was that all in vain
don't they know what a promise is
or do they believe
promises are made to be broken only

scold me when i come late
it's your right i know
but it hurts me a little
when you indirectly ask
where were you, with whom
and what did you drink

you never taught me
that's why you don't understand
the value of truth
not sure from where it came
but you all make me think
if my values really make any sense

who the hell preached me
i can't remember anyone
and nobody praises me when i try
but it's not easy to keep your words
my ethics were called twee emotions
when i needed a pat on my back

no one appreciated when i tried
perhaps because they themselves know
it's not easy to do that
but why couldn't you trust me
i'd got guts and was not so weak
but today i'm not sure about that

friends offered me repeatedly
i was even mocked at
but i didn't let them make me
break the promise i had made
i enjoyed water, when they imbibed beer
all for your love and promise, not your fear

they laughed at me, i smiled at them
wasn't guilty when i came back home
you tell me if i was anywhere wrong
then why did it take you so long
to ask me indirectly
where had i been, and what did i drink

he was really happy...

a sultry hot day it was. i was in a bus coming back home from my college. today i had got admission in engineering college n had gone there to complete some left formalities. i was happy today but due to this hot weather i was getting irritated. i was trying to take a nap.

suddenly i heard some noise. i opened my eyes n found that a beggar like looking man was arguing with the conductor for the ticket. the conductor said '' baba, aaj to tankhwah mili hai aaj to poori ticket le lo(u have got ur salary so u should take full ticket today).'' the man replied,'' tankhwah mili hai to bus mein ticket lekar lutaaoonga thode hi. paise bachchon ke liye kamaata hoon(so what if i've got salary , its not to spend on tickets. i earn for my children)." and a smile came on his face. the conductor also smiles at this, because i think he wanted to avoid any further argument.

i was feeling drowsy but this man drew my attention to him. he was wearing a yellowish kurta which i think would b white when he would have purchased it. his accent n looks were telling that he was a mohammaden. his kurta was having at least 5 patches of clothes which were matched by him to his kurta's colour but in vain.he wouldn't be more than 35 but his lean n weary physique n grey hair had made him to look at least 10 yrs older.

i was looking at his face just then he looked at me. he gave me a smile but i avoided this eye contact by looking down. suddenly my eyes fell on his slippers. he was wearing two different colour slippers in his feet. n those too were so torn that it looked better to walk bare feet than wearing them. those had stitches n straps which were to keep them together for as long as possible. i was getting irritated to this person. he had got salary today but why doesnt he purchase a pair of slippers for him.

i was planning to close my eyes again but just then he put his dirty polythene bag on his lap and took out a new shining polythene. i couldnt stop myself from looking what was in this. then he opened the new bag n took out a pair of sandals. i was shaken. those slippers were surely not for him. these were two new colourful sandals with size of a 5-6 yr old child's feet. i got everything clear. and i understood why inspite of his poor condition he was looking happy.
i looked at his face again. he was looking and touching those sandals as if it was an artist's masterpiece.
he put them back in his bag n looked at me. he again gave me a smile. his smile teeming with some eternal joy. not as true as his was, but i gave him back a smile as true as i could afford.