It had been a tiring day. But we had to meet. After all, a promise is a promise is a promise! I headed off to our usual spot. It was, probably, one of the few times in my life that I had been on time. I took my favorite chair
She called me last night. I had absolutely no idea she would. Even the faintest inkling of it and I would have run away (as is my wont). Yeah, I am a true coward… I was chatting with my friends over inconsequential topics like the global warming and such. Out
I have never made any lists. I don’t like them. The only lists I make are the ToDo lists for the day. And I make them every two-three days [:D]. I have been tagged. And it means I have to tag someone. And to think, I believed my childhood
The answer is simple. Web 2.0 [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_2.0]. So what is Web 2.0? Think of it this way: You create a software that caters to a section of the market which nobody has tapped until now. You release the first version of
There has been a lot of hype and hoopla over the term [Web 2.0](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Web_2.0). I don’t know how many understand it. I, for one, am not a geek. So I won’t claim to understand it. But I am in
The story until now… ** *This is the last of three parts in a series on Collaboration. The first of the three articles presented a quick introduction to the historical aspects of collaboration. The second article discussed the concept of Wikis as the new collaborative concept. The final part of the
The story until now… This is the second of three parts in a series on Collaboration. The first of the three articles presented a quick introduction to the historical aspects of collaboration. Collaboration has made the best use of the fastest communication methods available in any given era. The article
Steve Rubel [http://www.micropersuasion.com/] introduced me to AlwaysOn and I am thankful to him. Two killjoys: 1. We’ve never met each other yet. 2. He doesn’t know who I am. :) I am one of the thousands or millions of subscribers to Steve Rubel’s Blogfeed. Yesterday,
Funnily, they never hit it off on their first meeting. She hated his guts, the instant she saw him. He hated the sight of her, the instant he laid his eyes upon her. Their first meeting would have come down to a fist-fight if they weren’t restrained by some
Death and Taxes- The only two things assured in life, they say. He had always been ready for the taxman. The coffees at Pete’s had never tasted so good. That’s strange, he thought, I have never had any coffees at Pete’s before. A full minute had passed
She replied in the affirmative. The waiter who had been a mute spectator all along, hurried led them to a table overlooking, well, nothing actually. Or to be really truthful, overlooking a wall. His expression was pitiable. And he was pitied. At least, this time. “More Coffee, Madam?” The waiter
He stood on the platform waiting for the train to arrive, an insignificant part of a huge crowd… He hated that, not the crowd, but the feeling of being insignificant. He had always thought of himself as the saviour. He prided himself in being the avenger, a name he had