Please take a look around and care to post / write comments, suggestions, share ideas and/or meaningful criticism.. In case you wish to send email then ID is- mailentropy@yahoo.com
Hiya. I was sent this award, and now I’m passing it on to you. See what I’m talking about on my Creative Rainbows blog at http://www.kimmikat.wordpress.com.
Have a great 2008 and keep up the ggod work,
Susie.
I frankly didn’t figure out where to leave my welcoming comment to you in this complex maze of goodies that seem mouth-watering and irresistible on every single page….
Congratulations for moving into a 12-bedroom Victorian villa, you will do up the place with your exquisite taste since you are one of the greatest connoisseurs of good things in life, Ajay.
Wish you good luck, and reminding you to keep a separate section for your own creative output… it is not that you don’t write. If you don’t expose your writings, readers will think you are just a compiler…which is not true !
Dear Max and Michele,
Gratitude for your kind words and encouragement. As such, I will attempt to occasionally write my own thoughts or atleast connect them with the post content. In fact, I have done the same in the past. In any case, on a serious note, I am a better verbal communicator than a good writer.
In my page ‘Mindspace’ I have communicated the objective of sharing and reproducing what inspires me.
Once again, thanks for you care and warmth.
-Entropy
on 21 Apr 2008 at 6:53 pm 5.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
Felicitations on your new Blog, which Max rightly pointed out as your 12 Bedroom Victorian Apartment in may be the Upper East Side of New York.
So finally the Blog is out of the womb of wordpress… To this abode of Intellectual Churning, to this platform of Symposia, I would like to send you this beautiful poetry
Infant Joy
by William Blake
“I have no name:
I am but two days old.”
What shall I call thee?
“I happy am,
Joy is my name.”
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
on 25 Apr 2008 at 11:36 am 6.Aashish Takia said …
Ajay, so glad that your well wishers’ persuasion & encouragement / your labour has given birth to this wonderful BLOG Unfortunately, i am not as good with words as all your other friends are. Damn!! how i wish that i should have been the one to have written the words MAX wrote…. me too have been insisting and would love to read your OWN material on your Blog
.. but its not about me (sorry) …
Congratulations sir!! your are a good person with good thoughts on most of the things and for most people … and one is looking forward to share your goodness thru your Blog. Please write and Be Happy
One Mr. B.K. Frantzis wrote:
“When the shoe fits the foot, the shoe is forgotten, and one just walks, easily and comfortably”
on 25 Apr 2008 at 11:12 pm 7.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
I think the banner is interesting. It reminds of the Atelier of Francis Bacon( famous modern painter from London). His studio could be described in one word CHAOS. He said” its CHAOS that inspires me. CHAOS doesn’t mean being dirty.”
But in the background colours , i would rather have various shades of Greys. MAy be because BLACK is mutation and Grey scale is Entropy. NOT Navy Blue. The Red Dots and the sky and teal blues are fine.
PLease refer to this link of Francis Bacon Studio http://www.hughlane.ie/fb_studio/index.html
I liked Ashish’s coment on shoe that fits.
on 01 Dec 2008 at 10:55 pm 8.Fleur said …
Hello,
I read few writings of yours in Michele’s blog, and I like very very much the poems by Wisława Szymborska
May I suggest that one too ?
In my opinion, in such a way it can be related to any situation in life,
we are actors and/or witnesses, we can look, but can we see ??
The Kindness of the Blind
A poet is reading to the blind.
He did not suspect it was so hard.
His voice is breaking.
His hands are shaking.
He feels that here each sentence
is put to the test of the dark.
It will have to fend for itself,
without the lights or colors.
A perilous adventure
for the stars in his poems,
for the dawn, the rainbow, the clouds, neon lights, the moon,
for the fish until now so silver under water,
and the hawk so silently high in the sky.
He is reading — for it is too late to stop –
of a boy in a jacket yellow in the green meadow,
of red rooftops easy to spot in the valley,
the restless numbers on the players’ shirts,
and a nude stranger in the door cracked open.
He would like to pass over — though it’s not an option –
all those saints on the cathedral’s ceiling,
that farewell wave from the train window,
the microscope lens, ray of light in the gem,
video screens, and mirrors, and the album with the faces.
Yet great is the kindness of the blind,
great their compassion and generosity.
They listen, smile, and clap.
One of them even approaches
with a book held topsy-turvy
to ask for an invisible autograph.
Wislawa Szymborska
Translated from the Polish by J. Kostkowska
on 04 Dec 2008 at 7:19 pm 9.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
Hello! Fleur has left a beautiful poem, so achingly beautiful that its beauty is etched in its darkness. Its a poem resplendent in its inner beauty , its like watching a contour of light seeping thru the dark shadow.
This is a beautiful POem by another Polish Poet Czelaw MIlosz
Love
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
Czeslaw Milosz
on 04 Dec 2008 at 8:08 pm 10.Fleur said …
Thank you Nimesh for this beautifyl words from Cesław Miłosz. I like his poetry so much too;
As I like also the ode from Adam Michiewicz :
“ode to
Friendship (or is it Love)? ”
Uncertainty When I don’t see you, I do not sigh nor cry
My faculties and senses do not go away;
Yet when you are not here for an hour or two,
Someone seems missing, and that someone is you.
And the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’ve never considered, though I’ve suffered much,
Laying down my weary head for your calming touch;
Without aim or purpose, I walk and I roam,
Not understanding, how I arrive at your home;
And when I enter, the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
When you are away, I cannot picture
How exactly formed is your face and figure;
Yet, despite myself, and to a great degree,
You always seem so dear to my memory.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’d spare my life for yours to be well;
For your peace of mind I’d descend even to hell;
Yet I have no sense of duty which is decreeing
I must be your peace of mind or your well-being.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
Marek Grechuta’s -(December 10, 1945 Zamość, Poland – October 9, 2006 Kraków) musical version is here
THANK YOU for all the beautiful and amazing comments you left on my blog – By Little and By Little.
The poems! So wonderful.
I am putting a link to your blog on mine if you don’t mind. What a treasure I have discovered!!!! It feels like Christmas morning. I’m so glad to be able to share it with others. I know so many people who will just love it.
I want to send you a calendar from our school. Can you send me your address?
Thanks,
Jo
on 03 May 2010 at 10:37 pm 13.Arpit Singh said …
Like Max, I was also confused for where to leave my comment;
I love your site, every single page of it.
Glad that I read your pages
If you ask me what my poetry is, I must answer : I don’t know but if you ask my poetry, it will tell you who I am -- Pablo Neruda
Passion
The voice of Passion is better than voice of reason. The passionless can not change history-
Czeslaw Milosz
Reflection
To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle that any human being can fight--and never stop fighting.
-E.E. Cummings
Thoughts
I should not talk so much about myself if there was anybody else whom I knew as well. Unfortunately, I am confined to this theme by the narrowness of my experience. - Henry David Thoreau
on 14 Jan 2008 at 10:31 pm 1.kimmikat said …
Hiya. I was sent this award, and now I’m passing it on to you. See what I’m talking about on my Creative Rainbows blog at http://www.kimmikat.wordpress.com.
Have a great 2008 and keep up the ggod work,
Susie.
on 16 Apr 2008 at 11:55 am 2.Max Babi said …
Hi Entropy,
I frankly didn’t figure out where to leave my welcoming comment to you in this complex maze of goodies that seem mouth-watering and irresistible on every single page….
Congratulations for moving into a 12-bedroom Victorian villa, you will do up the place with your exquisite taste since you are one of the greatest connoisseurs of good things in life, Ajay.
Wish you good luck, and reminding you to keep a separate section for your own creative output… it is not that you don’t write. If you don’t expose your writings, readers will think you are just a compiler…which is not true !
Warmest
Max
on 19 Apr 2008 at 2:28 pm 3.michele roohani said …
what a beautiful comment max has left you ajay – i would like to see some of your writings as he’s suggested.
“Insist upon yourself. Be original.” Emerson
“Banality irritates me,” Naipaul said “My life is short.”
In a banal setting at an inconvenient time, would beauty transcend? http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/04/04/AR2007040401721.html
congratulations on the new blog my friend.
on 20 Apr 2008 at 2:08 pm 4.Entropy said …
Dear Max and Michele,
Gratitude for your kind words and encouragement. As such, I will attempt to occasionally write my own thoughts or atleast connect them with the post content. In fact, I have done the same in the past. In any case, on a serious note, I am a better verbal communicator than a good writer.
In my page ‘Mindspace’ I have communicated the objective of sharing and reproducing what inspires me.
Once again, thanks for you care and warmth.
-Entropy
on 21 Apr 2008 at 6:53 pm 5.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
Felicitations on your new Blog, which Max rightly pointed out as your 12 Bedroom Victorian Apartment in may be the Upper East Side of New York.
So finally the Blog is out of the womb of wordpress… To this abode of Intellectual Churning, to this platform of Symposia, I would like to send you this beautiful poetry
Infant Joy
by William Blake
“I have no name:
I am but two days old.”
What shall I call thee?
“I happy am,
Joy is my name.”
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
on 25 Apr 2008 at 11:36 am 6.Aashish Takia said …
Ajay, so glad that your well wishers’ persuasion & encouragement / your labour has given birth to this wonderful BLOG
Unfortunately, i am not as good with words as all your other friends are. Damn!! how i wish that i should have been the one to have written the words MAX wrote…. me too have been insisting and would love to read your OWN material on your Blog 
.. but its not about me (sorry) …
Congratulations sir!! your are a good person with good thoughts on most of the things and for most people … and one is looking forward to share your goodness thru your Blog. Please write and Be Happy
One Mr. B.K. Frantzis wrote:
“When the shoe fits the foot, the shoe is forgotten, and one just walks, easily and comfortably”
on 25 Apr 2008 at 11:12 pm 7.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
I think the banner is interesting. It reminds of the Atelier of Francis Bacon( famous modern painter from London). His studio could be described in one word CHAOS. He said” its CHAOS that inspires me. CHAOS doesn’t mean being dirty.”
But in the background colours , i would rather have various shades of Greys. MAy be because BLACK is mutation and Grey scale is Entropy. NOT Navy Blue. The Red Dots and the sky and teal blues are fine.
PLease refer to this link of Francis Bacon Studio
http://www.hughlane.ie/fb_studio/index.html
I liked Ashish’s coment on shoe that fits.
on 01 Dec 2008 at 10:55 pm 8.Fleur said …
Hello,
I read few writings of yours in Michele’s blog, and I like very very much the poems by Wisława Szymborska
May I suggest that one too ?
In my opinion, in such a way it can be related to any situation in life,
we are actors and/or witnesses, we can look, but can we see ??
The Kindness of the Blind
A poet is reading to the blind.
He did not suspect it was so hard.
His voice is breaking.
His hands are shaking.
He feels that here each sentence
is put to the test of the dark.
It will have to fend for itself,
without the lights or colors.
A perilous adventure
for the stars in his poems,
for the dawn, the rainbow, the clouds, neon lights, the moon,
for the fish until now so silver under water,
and the hawk so silently high in the sky.
He is reading — for it is too late to stop –
of a boy in a jacket yellow in the green meadow,
of red rooftops easy to spot in the valley,
the restless numbers on the players’ shirts,
and a nude stranger in the door cracked open.
He would like to pass over — though it’s not an option –
all those saints on the cathedral’s ceiling,
that farewell wave from the train window,
the microscope lens, ray of light in the gem,
video screens, and mirrors, and the album with the faces.
Yet great is the kindness of the blind,
great their compassion and generosity.
They listen, smile, and clap.
One of them even approaches
with a book held topsy-turvy
to ask for an invisible autograph.
Wislawa Szymborska
Translated from the Polish by J. Kostkowska
on 04 Dec 2008 at 7:19 pm 9.Nimesh Dadia said …
Dear Lao Aju
Hello! Fleur has left a beautiful poem, so achingly beautiful that its beauty is etched in its darkness. Its a poem resplendent in its inner beauty , its like watching a contour of light seeping thru the dark shadow.
This is a beautiful POem by another Polish Poet Czelaw MIlosz
Love
Love means to learn to look at yourself
The way one looks at distant things
For you are only one thing among many.
And whoever sees that way heals his heart,
Without knowing it, from various ills—
A bird and a tree say to him: Friend.
Then he wants to use himself and things
So that they stand in the glow of ripeness.
It doesn’t matter whether he knows what he serves:
Who serves best doesn’t always understand.
Czeslaw Milosz
on 04 Dec 2008 at 8:08 pm 10.Fleur said …
Thank you Nimesh for this beautifyl words from Cesław Miłosz. I like his poetry so much too;
As I like also the ode from Adam Michiewicz :
“ode to
Friendship (or is it Love)? ”
Uncertainty When I don’t see you, I do not sigh nor cry
My faculties and senses do not go away;
Yet when you are not here for an hour or two,
Someone seems missing, and that someone is you.
And the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’ve never considered, though I’ve suffered much,
Laying down my weary head for your calming touch;
Without aim or purpose, I walk and I roam,
Not understanding, how I arrive at your home;
And when I enter, the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
When you are away, I cannot picture
How exactly formed is your face and figure;
Yet, despite myself, and to a great degree,
You always seem so dear to my memory.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
I’d spare my life for yours to be well;
For your peace of mind I’d descend even to hell;
Yet I have no sense of duty which is decreeing
I must be your peace of mind or your well-being.
And again the heart below asks the mind above:
Is this friendship, or is this love?
Marek Grechuta’s -(December 10, 1945 Zamość, Poland – October 9, 2006 Kraków) musical version is here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=krksWron54w&feature=related
Thank you for giving me this opportunity to say .. thanks once more.
on 24 Apr 2009 at 11:37 pm 11.swaps said …
I see you quote Pablo Neruda. Perhaps you have watched the movie “Il Postino”, if not, please do.
on 06 Mar 2010 at 11:32 am 12.Jo Chopra said …
Dear Ajay,
THANK YOU for all the beautiful and amazing comments you left on my blog – By Little and By Little.
The poems! So wonderful.
I am putting a link to your blog on mine if you don’t mind. What a treasure I have discovered!!!! It feels like Christmas morning. I’m so glad to be able to share it with others. I know so many people who will just love it.
I want to send you a calendar from our school. Can you send me your address?
Thanks,
Jo
on 03 May 2010 at 10:37 pm 13.Arpit Singh said …
Like Max, I was also confused for where to leave my comment;
I love your site, every single page of it.
Glad that I read your pages
Thank You.