In the prison den

 

 

In the prison  den….

 

Twenty long years

in prison  den,

nothing but isolation,

Loneliness and pathos,

devouring him every moment,

every hour of think and  think

clueless  ; already in exile,

another self  imprisonment why?

So sophistication, no phone calls,

No movie  and pictures, society

Cut off  from him, nothing  but

Introspection, he is unable to cut off

This weed in his heart, this pain

this discomfiture. Only consolation

his wife  and daughter   regular visitors

to his cell;   now  a  small cat sits

views his plight perhaps;

night falls to tap again

his misery and sad……

slowly  his wife    an daughter

bid  good bye …

 

Enough is enough!

 

Enough is enough !

 

No! no, this is enough!

back to my village,

back to the place of calm

serene which nurtured me

for years now .

No more bombs from cities

war-torn, no more hellish fire

of noises, no more soldiers

dying and falling like peanuts;

no  poor  loosing  homes,

children and innocent aged

loosing lives ; enough is enough,

dying soldier thirsty , still fresh

in my heart fresh as  green anything.

Recall those days and months

Blood running like water,

Helpless those running away

from the  sight; battalions,

mechanical and heartless,

impelled by duty conscious ,

ever ready with guns every moment

every shot, end no where.

 This  morning so serene

In my village, I wish the same

Always in my life, every moment

Of my being, my breathing.

 

Creating extent report

 private void createBackgroundNode( String featureName) {
        //String backGround = FeatureFileMap.values().stream().filter(p->p.contains("Background:")).f
        int key = 0 ;
        for(Map.Entry<Integer, String> entry :FeatureFileMap.entrySet()) {
            if(entry.getValue().contains("Background:")){
                System.out.println(entry.getKey());
                key =entry.getKey();
                break;
            }
        }
        Markup m = MarkupHelper.createLabel("Background", ExtentColor.BLUE);
        backGround = scenario.createNode(m.getMarkup());
        while(true) {
            key ++;
            String stepDetails = FeatureFileMap.get(key);
            String[] stepDetaislToken  = stepDetails.trim().split("\\s",2);
            if(stepDetaislToken.length < 2) {
                continue;
            }
            String StepType = stepDetaislToken[0];
            String StepDesc = stepDetaislToken[1];
            
            if(stepDetails.contains("Scenario") ||stepDetails.contains("@")) {
                System.out.println("Inside Scenaraio");
                break;
            }
            
            Markup m2 = MarkupHelper.createLabel(StepType, ExtentColor.BLUE);
            if(stepDetails.contains("Given")) {
            ExtentTest stepNode = backGround.createNode(Given.class, m2.getMarkup()+""+StepDesc);
            }
            else if(stepDetails.contains("When")) {
                ExtentTest stepNode = backGround.createNode(When.class, m2.getMarkup()+""+StepDesc);
                }
            else if(stepDetails.contains("Then")) {
                ExtentTest stepNode = backGround.createNode(Then.class, m2.getMarkup()+""+StepDesc);
                }
            else if(stepDetails.contains("And")) {
                ExtentTest stepNode = backGround.createNode(And.class, m2.getMarkup()+""+StepDesc);
                }
            else if(stepDetails.contains("But")) {
                ExtentTest stepNode = backGround.createNode(But.class, m2.getMarkup()+""+StepDesc);
                }
            else {
                break;
            }
        }
    }
       

 

 

package util;

import java.io.File;
import java.io.IOException;
import java.nio.file.Files;
import java.nio.file.attribute.BasicFileAttributes;
import java.util.concurrent.CompletableFuture;
import java.util.concurrent.ExecutionException;
import java.util.function.Supplier;

import org.apache.commons.io.FileUtils;

public class FileCopyUtil {

    public static void main(String args[]) throws InterruptedException, ExecutionException {

        System.out.println("Started...");
        CompletableFuture<String> future = CompletableFuture.supplyAsync(() -> copyFile());
        System.out.println("Waiting...");
        System.out.println("Finally "+future.get());
    }

    private static String copyFile() {
        File srcDir = new File(System.getProperty("user.dir") + "/extent");
        if (!srcDir.exists()) {
            return "FAIL: Src dir " + srcDir.getAbsolutePath() + "doesnot exists";
        }
        File destDir = new File(System.getProperty("user.dir") + "/newReport");
       

            try {
        //        Thread.sleep(5000);
                BasicFileAttributes attr = Files.readAttributes(srcDir.toPath(), BasicFileAttributes.class);
                System.out.println(attr.creationTime());
                FileUtils.moveDirectory(srcDir, destDir);
            //    boolean status = srcDir.renameTo(destDir);
                return "SuCCESS";
            } catch (  IOException e) {
                e.printStackTrace();
           

        }
        return "FAIL";
    }

}

    public static String getPdfContent(String urlLink, int startPage, int endPage) {

        PDDocument pdfDocument = null;
        String docText = null;
        URL url;
        try {
            url = new URL(urlLink);
            pdfDocument = PDDocument.load(url.openStream());
            PDFTextStripper pdfTextStripper = new PDFTextStripper();
            pdfTextStripper.setStartPage(startPage);
            pdfTextStripper.setEndPage(endPage);
            docText = pdfTextStripper.getText(pdfDocument);
        } catch (MalformedURLException e) {
            e.printStackTrace();
        } catch (IOException e) {
            e.printStackTrace();
        }

        return docText;
    }

    public static String getPdfContent(String urlLink) {

        PDDocument pdfDocument = null;
        String docText = null;
        URL url;
        try {
            url = new URL(urlLink);
            pdfDocument = PDDocument.load(url.openStream());
            PDFTextStripper pdfTextStripper = new PDFTextStripper();
            docText = pdfTextStripper.getText(pdfDocument);
        } catch (MalformedURLException e) {
            e.printStackTrace();
        } catch (IOException e) {
            e.printStackTrace();
        }
        System.out.println("Number of Pages: " + pdfDocument.getPages().getCount());
        return docText;

    }
}

test 

HOLI

                  Ñàçvã

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kÎÂà  §ýL  ÊÞªààçvã Ñèñ

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¡à¡àç  Ñt  Ñàçvã  hçvçÞ ñ

häÀ §ýàç  ²þvçÞ, kªà  §ýàç  såvçÞ ñ

¡à¡àç  Ñt  Ñàçvã  hçv çÞñ

                                                                     -       kuÂmã âyÂÑà

What do you know about our country'India that is Bharat?

Past, Present and Future
-------------------------

Preface : This article was written nearly a decade back in April 1999 on the basis of information then collated from a number of different sources and compiled together by self (BAIYU).As one may observe on going through this writing where ever available the source has been acknowledged and where not done so ,it is based on some information that appeared then on net.

This write up is now being released through this Web site for the pleasure of reading by my Friends and Well wishers of Kavitanjali family and to share their thoughta if any with the compiler (Self)Baiyu.It is meant purely for an enjoyable reading and is not meant to disturb the feelings of any.

Lastly the contents of this writing,being based purely on borrowed information from a number of sources,need not necessarily reflet in some cases the compiler's opinion.

Past:
-----

Information given below was compiled from one of the German magazines dealing with World History.

----India is the only country that has not invaded any other country in her last Ten thousand years of History.
----It is the only society in the world ,which has never known slavery.
----It is in this country where the number system was first invented when Aryabhatta invented the number Zero.
----It was again in this country that the world's first University was established in Takshila in 700BC.The University of Nalanda built in 4th century was one of the greatest achievements of anciant India in the field of education.
----Sanscrit,the mother tongue of all languages,had its origin in this country and being most precise is considered a suitable language for computer soft ware (Ref.Forbes Magazine --July 97.)
----It was in this country that Ayurveda,the earliest school of Medicine known to Humans,was consolidated by Charaka,the Father of Medicines,nearly 2500 years ago and is the only known system which takes a Holistic View of the person being treated.
----India was the Richest Country on Earth until the time of British in the early
17th century and attracted by its wealth Christopher Columbas,while looking for a route to India discoered the American Continent.
----It was in the River Sindh in this country that the art of Navigation was born 6000 years ago.The very word Navigation is derived from the Sanskrit word Navgatih and the word Navy is derived from the Sanscrit word "Nou".
----It was again in this country way back in 5th century AD,long before the Astronomer Smart came on the scene,it was BHASKARACHRYA,who was the first to establish the time taken by the earth to orbit the Sun at 365.258756484 days.
----Similarly the value of PAI was first calculated by Budhayana and it was he who was the first to explain the concept of what is now known as the Pythogorean theory way back in 6th century AD long before the European mathematician.
----Algebra,Trigonometry and Calculus originated from India.Quadratic equations were propounded by Sridharacharya in the 11th century AD.
----The largest number used by Greeks and Romans was 10 to the power 6 whereas Hindus used numbers as big as 10 to the power 53 with specific names way back in 5000BC during the Vedic period.
----According to the Gemological Institute of USA,until as recent as 1896,India was the only source for Diamonds to the World.
----USA based IEEE proved what has been a century old suspicion in the World scientific community that the pioneer of Wireless communication was Professor Jagdeesh Bose and not Marconi.
----The earliest Reservoir and Dam for irrigation was built in Saurashtra.According to Saka King Rudradaman-I of 150 BC a beautiful lake aptly called Sudarshana was constucted on the hills of Raivataka during Chandragupta Maurya's time.
----Chess (Shataranja or Asthapada)was invented in India.
----Susrruta,the Father of Surgery,way back 2600 years ago,along with other surgeons of his time,conducted complicated surgeries like Cesareans,Cataract,Artificial Limbs,Fractures,Urinary Stones and even Plastic and Brain surgery.
----Usage of Anesthetia was well known in ancient India.Over 125 surgical Instruements were then in use.Deep knowledge of Anatomy, Physiology,Ethiology, Embryology, Digestion metabolism Genetics and Immunity are also found in many texts.
----When many cultures were only nomadic forest dwellers over 5000 years ago,Indians established Harapan culture in Indus Valley Civilisation.
----The Decimal system was developed in India way back in 100 BC.

----If this is not adequate,would you like to know what two leading personalities from the West have to say about India?

----Albert Einstein has said----
----"We owe a lot to the Indians ,who taught us how to count without which no worthehile scientific Discovery could have been made."

----Mark Twain has said ------
----" India is -----
*The cradle of the Human Race.
*The Birth place of Human speech.
----*The Mother of History.
----*The Grandmother og Legend.
----*And The Great Grndmother of tradition".

PRESENT
-------
Such a great Country of ours ,which in the past had left Foot Steps for others to follow,is today being considered Under Developed, taken for granted and as one of little consequence.OH, what a fall is this my Countrymen?You, I and all of us have fallen due to our own making.If we are the cause for this fall,we alone are the ones who can make our Country arise.

Future
------

Well Friends,would you not then like to know what the French Peer ,NOSTRODAMOUS, the man 'who saw tomorrow'has to say about the future of INDIA as he saw it more than 400 years ago and as found recorded in Quatrain in his famous 'Centuries'published way back in 1555.

QUOTE

Quatrain 50 Century
-----"From the Peninsula where three seas meet
-----Comes the Ruler to whom Thursday is holy
-----His Wisdom and Might all Nations will greet
-----To oppose him in Asia will be folly".

Quatrain 75 Century
-----"Long awaited He will not take birth in Europe
-----India will produce the Immortal Ruler
-----Seeing Wisdom and Power of unlimited scope
-----The World will bow to this conquering scholar".

UNquote
-------

Nostradamus predicts a glorious future for India.He has foreseen the rise of a mighty all conquering Hindu Nation.Its birth is close at hand.The Seer predicts that after a gruesome Holy War spread over nearly Seven years from the early current 21st century the ancient way of Hinduism will get restored.Vedic chants will again fill the air.The French Peer predicts that after the end of the war starting from around the end of this decade,from around 2020 AD onwards the Restucturing of our country would begin and spread over the following three decades,the Golden Age Of India will get restored from 2050 onwards.

To Conclude
------------

Life thrives on hope.History is known to repeat itself.

May the above prophesy of the French Peer come true and may this country of ours,India that is Bharat,arise to lead the world once again.

Compiled by---------- Mumbai
Baiyu April 1999.

Jealousy

Jealousy is anger, jealousy is hate

Jealousy may lurk behind any hidden gate

Jealousy is deadly, under the night sky

Jealousy is a poison, that many die by.

Jealousy may end as soon as it begins

It may also go on without your consent

Jealousy can be a tool, controlled by one

It may also be a weapon, maximising the damage done

Ideal, fantasies, limited by a gate

Narrow minded people are those whom I hate

They may work up a fierce debate

In the end all their brains can’t fill up a crate

Open your eyes, and see

What I mean by reality

You noticed the others but forgot about me

So suffer the effects or my jealousy.

~~Rajwinraj~~

In My Room

In my room
there is a profusion of words.
Words that have poured
out of the books,
stacked in the order of confusion.
Rows upon rows having marched out
picketed themselves in defiance of me.
Words unread and uncared for
preventing me from knowing their meaning
a depth of order in their lateral disorder.
And then there are the words,
having leaked out of restless dreams,
have taken refuge in the crevices.
Like roaches hiding from light
but nibbling away at a good-night's sleep.
Helter-skelter do they run,
as breaks the dawn
and its a voyeur who is left behind.
Some words though
have dropped out of conversations.
Words not assimilated
into the structure of thought
or the fluidity of understanding.
Orphans they are, spoken to be heard
but unheeded and unheard ,hence, contextless
have meaning but are identity-less.
Oh! these damned words
how bitterly do they fight
to make their own all the space available,
or to create a whole new space of their own,
to create a conscious identity,
or to own one like me,
to reclaim me.

A song of Love...

In your eyes that reflects shades of kohl,
rest my eyes stealing your nectar divine...
Your suave cheeks that wears black mole,
yearns my kiss, lingering like wetness of wine...
Words from my lips flutter but only for you,
like a bee hums a flower, I love you, I love you...

In your breath that scents the love around,
sinks my breath, forever in an endless time...
Your locks, like the fairies locks are bound,
when loose, cast a magic like a reckless chime...
Glances from my eyes escape but only to see you,
like a ray escapes sun to embrace a morning dew...

In your stride that sways like flowers of spring,
dances with mine in an enchanting tune...
Your voice, like cold showers of summer sing,
drives me insane like a peacock in monsoon...
The air's soft and moonlight teasing but only for you,
like a playful kiss that whispers , I love you, I love you...

THE INNER DESIRE

THE INNER DESIRE

THOSE WORDS HAD SOME DEEPER MEANING
THERE WAS SOMETHING BEHIND DAT SMILE
IT WAS MORE THAN JUST A CARELESS CONCERN
I LONGED FOR DAT TOUCH
IN THOSE GLIMPSES OF DAT HEAVY RAIN

WHICH LEFT ME IN PIECES
DEEP DOWN A SOUL AWAITS TO BE REPLENISHED
TO EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY IT MEANS TO LIVE IN
IN THE SHIMMERING EFFECTS OF LIGHT AND MAGIC
IT LONGS TO SEE...THIS IS THE REAL HOME
THIS IS THE PLACE SHE BELONGS TO

HOW MUCH IS THIS MIND AND BODY IN MY CONTROL...
I DON'T FIND ANSWERS
QUESTIONS ARISE TO ASSIMILATE TO A CONFUSION
OR ILLUSION ,SHOULD I SAY

The ballad of a king and a spiritual horse

Amidst the lush woods of a hamlet
in an auspicious full moon night.
Arrived a hermit with a horse,
a horse, that was magical and white.

And as he rode by the road,
he decided to take some rest.
The King then with disdainful bow,
offered him a cottage as guest.

The hermit very wise and humble
smiled and slept in peace, all night.
On a floor without a cot he slept
and woke up until next morrow light.

“O majestic one, the king you are”,
said hermit, his voice very low.
“Ask for a benediction, you like,
and I shall grant you, for sure”.

“O Kind one, the hermit you are”,
said the king , his head held high.
“Grant me, the white magical horse
and I shall remember you till I die.”

“Amen”, uttered hermit, with a balm.
“Chant Thank God, and the horse gallops.
Chant Thank God again for faster gait
and chanting “Save me” ,the horse stops”.

Without gratitude, he laughed at hermit.
His chin held high, he leapt on the horse.
Thank God he shouted and Thanks God again
and the horse trotted without any remorse.

Felt the king brave and excited,
ran the religious horse with pledge.
For he wanted to reach before dawn,
afar from village, the mountain edge.

Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
and Thank God chanted the king.
Under sky and amid trees it flew,
like horse that had magical wing.

Under the blazing sun he rode,
with celerity , towards the cliff
But Alas! Forgot he the other word,
to stop the horse stand stiff.

Stricken with panic, the king shouted,
“Thank God , Thank God”, as the only words
and the horse only galloped with more pace.
But Alas! Thank God only he remembered.

He prayed to God at hour of need
as he was riding on the death’s floor.
Riding, he reached very near to cliff.
The distance to it was just meters four.

Closing his eyes, obliviously he cried
“Save me , Save me , O lord”.
And hearing this, the other mantra,
the spiritual horse, there and then paused.

And when the king let his eyes opened,
he found at the cliff the horse was paused.
But Alas !with a deep breath, he sighed again,
“Thank God, Thank God, O lord”.

Kavitanjali Poetry Blog: HAPPINESS FEST

Kavitanjali Poetry Blog: HAPPINESS FEST

Dear Mukul,
I enjoyed reading Ur poem 'HAPPINESS FEST'.A simple thought very well portrayed in words and so true to Life.Well done keep it up.
I trust you are keeping track of my writings under
the blog site----http://poemsbybaiyu.blogspot.com
some of which also appear under Kavitanjali.Awaiting UR feedback.Regards BAIYU

Vellenelle to a Weekend

Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening,
Shout my heart! Shout your way out.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.

Drink and chase the highest kite sailing,
In the sky, dive tipsy go rolling about.
Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

Dance your body like none is watching,
Move them in and move them out.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.

Wear the enthuse gears and lets go driving,
On starry night, singing throughout.
Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

No office, no work and no waking up in morning,
It’s time for fun, for frolic and freak-out.
Coz’ its weekend again of rolling and rocking.

Party, hard before next week trudging,
Who cares for the Monday workout.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.
So, rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

Mortal Wish

FINGERPRINTS OF THE FALSE GODS

In the sanctum sanctorum
lies the remains
of One once adored
Streaks of vermilion
still adorns the
variegated visage
The floor lies strewn
with floral offerings
harshly rejected
Amongst the debris
of a broken heart
recumbent lies the God
no more erect
The gushing flow
of reality
washed away
those feet of clay

The stench
of perishing untruths
the follower nauseates
A believer turns agnostic
and with a cynical smile
from the ruins walks away..

Kiyo
7th may 2008

To The Ungrateful Organism @ VH71

Didn’t you give me whiplash?
Oh right, you tossed me in trash
Tsk, inaudible was the smash

I am unhappy about wasted bucks
Your relationship seriously sucks

Those days have marked tasteless
My precious time jogged useless

But thanks for teaching about your genus
Next time, I would stay away from the menace

Impeachable though impeccable?

The impeccable sight
Of the unseen consciousness
Is impeachable once it’s seen;
The lure of blunt insights
Is the blight of humanity,
In plight we still pray
So that our faith won’t ravel.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 130408.

Grownups' Nursary Rhyme

Scintillate,Scintillate Deminutive Asteroid
How I Wonder What Thou Art
Up Above The Space So High
Like A Sparkling Carbon In The Sky.

This when rewritten in simple words Will become The Famous Nursary Rhyme For Children----

"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder What You Are
Up Above The Sky So High
Like A Diamond In The Sky."

Composed By Baiyu Mumbai April 2008

clean your house in ten minutes?

Clean your house in ten minutes?

It is not cleaning my house in ten minutes,
Much of clearing the pile of ten meters,
more of dust and bin and baskets and bamboo,
Cleaning and cleaning, carefully clearing,
Every nook and corner, the fallen cobwebs
On the shiny wooden floors,
My mop wipes the running sweat too,
It is not cleaning my house in ten minutes,
More of cleansing my body as well,
for the more I perspire, I aspire,
it is not cleaning my house in ten minutes.

Emptiness

Unfulfilled desires
Long dead in the emptiness
Of soul, lingers,
Still fresh - and murderous.

Unfulfilled desires
Freed long ago
Not anticipated, all still
A free mind lays bare - a heaven.

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Moment...

Have you ever been in a crowd, yet you felt alone?
Have you ever been in a house, that wasn’t a home?
How you ever been running fast but going no where?
Though you were loved but didn’t care?
That’s how I was for so many years.
I was smiling outside; but inside there were tears.
But the moment I met you, the day all my dreams came true.
You, nobody but you, made me feel that way, for
You, nobody but you, I pledge all my love!

A Dream Within

A dream within
As chaste as first drop of dew,
As bright as first ray of sun,
As clear as a crystal,
As sweet as cube of sugar;

Will make u feel happy,
Will inspire u to accomplish it,
Will circulate blood so,
To revive u to fulfill it;

By the end of the day
As last drop of sweat falls from ur head
Dream will become fainter and fainter,
As dim as last ray of sun,
As fuzzy as smoky sky
,As bitter as gourd;

Will make u numb,
Will depress u,
Will circulate blood so
As if u have been revived to lose again.

HAPPINESS FEST

people are nice and people are good
only we should accept them as they would
for there is a world full of smiles and fun
and entry is open to all ,forbidden to none
so come and join me in my quest
treat this as an invitation or request
let us make at least one person happy per day
and organise a happiness fest
mukul

Wishes on your special day

You....my dear friend
a friend in need
a friend in deed
you are always there
in my happiness
in my sadness
sharing the good times
and the bad times
you.... a wonderful friend
with so much of care and love
I just could not thank you much
for everything you have done for me
i will always treasure your friendship
and as 20th. January is a special day
i wish you 'Many More Happy Returns Of The Day'
may God Bless you
showers you with lots of love
happiness and good health
love you as always my dear friend.

The Pangs Of A School Boy

I Love To Get up on A Holiday Morn
And Hear the Birds Singing On every Tree
The distant neighbour Blows His Horn
I Wait For Him To Join Me.

Together We Study,Skip And Run
Enjoy The Morn Every Possible Way
The Birds Singing All Along
Make us Cherish Every Moment Of Day.

All Such Studies Made Under the Trees
With The Birds Singing All The Time
I Find,I Cherish And Remember well
Why Then I Can't Do This Every Day?

To Go To Studies On Other Days
It Drives From Me All My Joys Away
Under The Eagle Eyes My Master Casts
I Spend The Day To My Utter Dismay.

Tis Then At Times I Go To Shell
Remain In My Own Dreamy World
Many Such Anxious Moments I Spend
Till Brought To Earth, By My Teacher,Who Else?

The High Domed Walls With Marble Floors
Stacked With Wooden Planks Galore
To Me Appear Grey And Dull
With Mother Nature Just At A Moment's Throw.

How Can A Bird Born For Joy
Be Asked To Sit In A Cage And Sing?
How Can A Boy Who Nature Loves
Be Asked To Study In A Concrete Den?

Oh My Loving Mom And Dad
I Know Your Interest Lies In Me
But If Stripped Of My Infant Joy
How Can I Feel It Ever In Me?

Study I Must,I know, I Will
But Let Me Study The Natural Way
Let Me Join The Birds In The Trees
And Enjoy Their Singing As I Study Beneath.


Composed By BAIYU---Mumbai December 2006
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