Gravity

State of My Mind .. Clinging to a Past

2009-07-20T10:06:00.002+05:30

I'm tired, but I can't sleep
standing on the edge of something much too deep
funny how I feel so much but cannot say a word
my past comes in front of me
I am screaming inside, yet can't be heard
so afraid to love you, more afraid to loose
Didnt knew how to convey this feeling, so thought of writing it down.
Maybe one day when u remember what i built for u,
just in case u come back and think of having a view
It will surely remind u what i always said,
U dont know how difficult it is for me, yet i cant confess.
- The day u explained me "how to live without you" ...

Imtihaan

2008-11-01T15:19:00.000+05:30

Chalate huve..payega tu manziil,
Gam se na dar..gam se hee..Hogi khushi haassil ...
Honge poore tere armaan.....
Ankho mein rokale...Tu yeh aansooon ka tuffaan
Leti hai jindagaani har kadam pe ek Imtihaan...

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

2008-10-22T11:54:00.000+05:30

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

che khetereh ...

2008-08-10T17:34:00.000+05:30

be asus behyet te mey sounch ki che karath surprise ... pet sounchum badd te mey aav yeh idea ... something very special for you only ...

jeyel te chus be kounizon asaan, mey chakh che bad yaad yevan .. mey chakh che badd asal lagaan. jeyel te chus be che nich behet aasan, teyem waqt mey gas na kehen ti. az gav mey akh varey che meyelmethms, jeyel che mey seyth asan, bey chus badd kaush rozan, chey seyth asus be poore doh rozan te cheyen namuteyes seyth asus be rozan shaman. az te jeyel che mey su time yaad yivan, be chus watan teyeth timemas manz. jeyel te asak che meyen shoulderes peth head theveth asan, te jeyel te asak che meyen seenas peth shongan, shaman jeyel che te bey chatas peth ekwatey asan, mey aus basan ki bas weyen gachna mein kehen te bey. jeyel te chus be kunezan asan be chus yehi time yaad karan te mey chu basan ki che yekh veney te mey seth behakh te vanakh ... "chu chukh mey badd asal lagan" ... bey chus che badd miss karan ...

The Programmers Life ....

2008-08-07T11:51:00.001+05:30

I start day by sitting on a chair,
giving my screen a cold, hard stare,
Thinking a bit, typing a bit, and repeat for hours on end,
by evening I'm done with another coding,
Oh! this has become a routine so boring.

Once, I enter the world of bytes,
only to realise that reality bites,
coz a programmer's life, isn't all that cozy,
the bed of software, isn't all that rosy,
but writing codes is my passion,
like building machines with a new fashion.

Seeing the monitor all day n night,
have taken the power of my eyesight,
Working holidays, busy weekends,
no time for family, no time for friends,
my job steals most of my time,
helplessly, I watch this crime.

Just like variables go off memory,
I forego those moments with my honey,
when I should be out - having fun,
I'm telling this box, what's to be done.

I hate u, yet I cant get away, coz,
I have always cherished to be this way,
Its my dream, and i love to code,
so to thee I pray,
if there be one - show me the way.

For You ... In MOONLIGHT

2008-07-25T12:15:00.001+05:30

Somewhere There's someone Who Dreams Of
Your smile,
your kajoled eyes,
your hair falling on his face,
with him standing in moonlight,
with u walking hand in hand
your head on his shoulder while u sleep by his side
adoring you while u sleep and waking u up every morning, with a sweet kiss

and Finds In Your Presence That Life Is Worth While,
so When You Are Lonely
Remember It's True: Somebody, Somewhere Is Thinking Of You

Ask a person "Have u ever been in love ... and ... ask about this mystical feeling ???" .. The answers u get will be so surprising ... Its the most beautiful thing that can ever be there once u feel it ... u cant think of anything else ... I never thought that i cud ever find someone for whom i can feel so strongly that even the thought of staying away from her will bring shivers to me. I dunno but yes i feel so lucky about her been in my life. I always get the feeling of being so special that just cant be expressed in words altogether.

It was with her i came to know, what care means, what togetherness means, what feelings are and yes and the most important what love and not only love but unconditional love means. I sometimes feel that the quantum of love she has for me is much much much more than what i have ... thats why she says ... "i love you more than i like u" ... sometimes it really amazes me ...

It was around 9 at night.. we were having a candle light dinner together ... she always mentions it ... "It feels so nice to be with you and a candle light" .. and i always make it a point that she never misses any when she is with me .. She was holding my hand ... I really wanted it to be my moment ... Actually wanted to ask her something .. something i thought every guy wants to ask the girl he loves ... somehow i gathered my courage, but how stupid, i didnt had anything to accompany my words .. i had a glance at things around .. The first thing i saw was "Tibisco" ... oh!!! yeah she like it ... but no, thats the not the way to do it ... and all this time she was looking at me .. thinking what is he doing ... finally i managed with a petal( i cudnt beleive .. what i was doing) ... Looked into her eyes and asked her ... "will you marry me ???" ... she nodded but yet cudnt speak ... even i was speechless ... at that time it was like i didnt want to hear anything except her saying a YES ... we had our fud and while walking back home ... i said ... u didnt answer me ... she smiled and said lets go our "PENTHOUSE" ...............

We were chatting holding each other tight.. i just cudnt stop myself from asking her again ... but this time i wanted it to be more perfect .. It was MOONLIGHT ... she was looking GORGEOUS .. her hair falling on her shoulders and the shadow of those on her face .. it was like "seeing half with the eye and half with the fancy" ... i cud see moonlight falling on her face ... her skin was glowing ... and yes her lips ... mind blowing ... Wow i can never forget this site ... i told her ... i wanted to ask u something important and made some distance ... and that moment she knew it what i was doing ....................................................................................................................................
................................... and she said ... "I DO" ... It took me sometime to get back to my senses and come to the real world to know whats going around ... I just cudnt stop my feelings to come over ... nothing can ever replace that moment ..NOTHING
I wanted to say her .. “Nothing is more beautiful than you in the moonlight” ....

As the great John Nash says ....
"I've always believed in numbers and the equations and logics that lead to reason ... It is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reasons can't be found."

Really today i understood what it actually means .... TRUE VERY TRUE it is ....and yes i mean every word of it when i am saying ... “I will always love you and keep you happy- U mean the world to me and you are my sweetest… and the God's Best gift to me ... ”

Arrogance .vs. Confidence

2008-07-11T17:07:00.002+05:30

Two very different things. Something a lot of people get confused about just like i am right now. What i think is many people try to exude confidence through arrogance but at the same time there are people who considers oneself very confident but at the same time grounded enough to never be arrogant. The difference between the two, i think is simple. When you are confident about something no matter how much sure you are - you never insult or degrade anyone, you look around yourself and diplomatically you listen and then you behave the same way you want to be treated. When you’re arrogant, you tend to be insecure of your surroundings and tend to offend others.

Recently, i asked my colleague about how to define "a person who is down to earth", her first thought was "one who does not show arrogance" .. so here it was, question that was bubbling in my mind since long, just popped out. While she was herself confused about this, but somehow .. she just out of nowhere said ... "You have to be something to be arrogant about" .. Gosh .... i was like WHAT, i think somehow that was a very simple way of understanding what does down to earth means .. You are proud about who you are but to show arrogance you need to be someone to be proud about and i dont think there is any scope for someone to be arrogant or lets say in very subtle terms "pride" unless there is someone ahead of you.

I think i have got an answer to what arrogance is ... or may be there is some more scope for it ........ Till the time i hope i get my answers right

BalBoa

2008-06-13T17:53:00.003+05:30

Just a fact ....

"Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't 'bout how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"

Shaurya

2008-04-14T13:36:00.002+05:30

What else to do when u got nothing to do ... MOVIEEEEEEE..
Yesterday i went to see SHAURYA .. A Friend of mine gave me such a good review of this movie .. It was just that i cudnt convince myself for not watching it and on top of it i was totally VELAAAA(free) ..
This movie tries to redefine the way Bollywood looks at the men in olive, and almost succeeds. The Bravehearts of the Indian Army do lay their life defending the honour and dignity of the country, but they don't go about chestbeating and yelling expletives to the enemy across the LoC. Refreshingly, Shaurya is a surprise package that for once does not equate pride and honour for the country with killing those across borders. Instead, it takes an introspective look at the sentinels of our country and gets reflective about the questionables within: prejudice, bias, antagonism that prevent fair play from a Few Good Men that make up the country's premier institution.
Inspired by a Few Good Men , the Hollywood drama on the defence forces which revealed the ugly underbelly of one of the most respected officers. And if the background is Kashmir, be sure there is a dissection of the world's number one problem: Islam versus terrorism. But the incendiary topic is handled with balance and sensitivity. Needs some serious, cerebral viewing.
I think the word perfectly suits the movie plot .. It comes from the word "Shaurya Chakra" which is an Indian military decoration awarded for valor, courageous action or self-sacrifice while not engaged in direct action with the enemy. It may be awarded to civilians as well as military personnel. It is the peacetime equivalent of the Vir Chakra. It is generally awarded for Counter-Insurgency ops & actions against the enemy during peace-time.
Overall ... I think i had a good time ... I enjoyed watching it ..

I have my eyes on you ... Owners Delight ...

2008-03-07T18:45:00.005+05:30

Nokia has unveiled its latest concept phone, designed to highlight the company's focus on products that allow users to more readily stamp their personality on their gadgets. The concept phone, dubbed Aeon, combines two touch-sensitive
panels mounted on a fuel-cell power pack. The handset's connectivity and electronics are built into the panels to allow them to be used independendently.
When assembled, one panel would operate as the display, the other as the keypad. Since
the buttons are entirely virtual, Aeon can flip instantly between a numeric pad for dialling, a text-entry pad for messaging, or a media-player controller.It's really a cute idea and one that ties in with Nokia's expectation that phones will become essentially "wearable" devices - if foresees users removing one of Aeon's display panels and mounting it on a watch-like strap or worn as a badge. More than a phone, Aeon might tap into local wireless networks to transmit data acquired from sensors such as devices that monitor the user's health signs - which is the kind of application the company has in mind for its Wibree personal-area network technology.

You look Beautiful

2008-02-23T12:27:00.002+05:30

You look beautiful when you turn around to kiss me goodnight ...
You look beautiful When you wake up in the morning by my side ...
The white moonlight or the deep blue of the sea ...
Do you feel the same way you did when you are with me ...
You look amazing when we are in our most precious moments and now when we remember those and say "I LOVE ........"
I look at those stars in your eyes When i am looking for the answers in your smile ...
I dont know if I could love somebody the way I loved you ....
Well, nothing hurts me like this truth ...
Just thinking of the time when you whisper in my ear that I LOVE YOU?

How do I live without you

2008-02-20T19:35:00.002+05:30

How do I live without you,
I want to know
How do I breathe without you,
If you ever go ...
Without you, there'd be no sun in my sky,
There would be no love in my life
Please tell me sweetu How do I go on,
If you ever leave
Jaan, you would take away everything,
Need you with me

ANGER and OVEREATING has a LOGIC ....

2008-02-18T11:44:00.000+05:30

Surprising as it may seem, while anger won't raise the numbers on your scale directly, it can indirectly contribute to them in a big way because anger is one of the major causes of emotional overeating. If you find yourself reaching for your favorite comfort foods whenever someone makes you mad, your anger may be an indirect but important cause of it.
The reason for this is that food can be so soothing that it can allow you to avoid whatever negative emotions you may be feeling when the cravings strike. In fact, if you reach for the food fast enough, you probably don't even notice you're feeling anything unpleasant at all.
This is especially true for the emotion of anger. Society conditions us to keep our angry feelings under control but sometimes, this includes not feeling the anger at all. If you're like most people, you're not comfortable with anger. Food is an easy way to keep it at bay and avoid expressing it.
Of course, the problem is that your anger doesn't go anywhere when you eat unwisely as a way of handling it. You still feel the anger - it's just hidden from your awareness for a while by the temporary comfort of food. Meanwhile, the downside is that you become heavier, and the angry feelings remain dormant, ready to come up to the surface and bring about yet another food craving. It's a no-win continuous cycle.
You can certainly see the logic. Using food to suppress anger is the equivalent of "swallowing" your feelings, rather than expressing them. And the biting action offers some relief because it satisfies the primal instinct to bite our enemies in defense.
So, Whenever u feel anger, express it rather than eating for it, its of no good to increase pounds just that u may feel that saying something will hurt him.

A Rose For You

2008-02-13T19:16:00.000+05:30

The way you turn me on, Is like the switch of a light
Because when I see you, I think: Wow ... What a sight!
You brighten things up, Throughout the whole day
And when you're about to leave, I say to myself: Please stay
Although I know i am not near, You mean a ton to me
A ton as big as heaven, Is what I want you to feel.
I would be the one, To bring that all to you
I'll always do you right, If you want me to.
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in many forms.
And in Life's noisiest hours,
There whispers the ceaseless Love of yours,
The heart is all alone.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within;
And to the vibrations in my Heart
Through all my Being, through my pulse's beat;
You are always in all my Thoughts, like Light,
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
I feel blessed to love you.

When You Say Nothing At All

2008-02-11T11:28:00.000+05:30

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I can never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
Try as they may, they can never define
What's been said between your heart and mine

A Place For My Head

2008-02-05T09:29:00.000+05:30

I watch how the moon sits in the sky
On a dark night shining with the light from the sun
The sun doesn't give light to the moon
Assuming the moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do favors and then rapidly
You just turn around and start asking me about
Things you want back from me

I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand

I remember back then who you were
You used to be calm, used to be strong
Used to be generous, but you should've known
That you'd wear out your welcome
Now I see how quiet it is, all alone

Learning the Hard Way

2008-01-31T18:48:00.000+05:30

Transforming from feeling love to love as relationship trust plays a major role, when you start enjoying and appreciating the relation so much that you want to preserve it for the rest of your life. You have to accept the person not only with the positives but also accommodate his negatives and help him evolve as a person, learn and understand things, feelings and that is where the importance of trust comes in. I have learned it the hard way, but yes sometimes situations come upfront in so different forms that u could have never anticipated and whatever u learn out of it makes u a very different person. This change is noticeable only when i see it with a difference in the reference point to what i actaully was when i had never walked into this phase of life.

Last Day @ Microworld

2008-01-23T16:30:00.000+05:30

Its my last day at Microworld. It seems like yesterday when i joined Microworld but when I actually look back , its been two years since I joined here and best time of my life so far.I don't know how it happened but each day I found myself getting more and more attached to my work. Working here for 2 years was a lot of fun, work, with a mix of emotions and varied feelings all through this time.
It used to give me so much happiness. Working here was a very enriching and rewarding experience. I could not have asked for more. I got to learn so much there including languages like C, C++, giving presentation, preparing documentation, taking design decisions, interacting with clients and what not. I got to have really good and helpful mentor, and a constant motivator. He taught me not to just work but work smartly. He made me understand a very important facet of development that will always be with me throughout my life .. He said ... "Logic is simple . whats most difficult and important is Implementation" as well as his thoughts like "No matter how sure u are ... recheck everything again ... as Big efforts are ruined by Small mistakes"
I met a lot of people here .. I was exposed to so many different ideas, perspectives, thoughts, and of-course cultures. I have made some great friends here whom i think will surely have contacts in future ...
At the time when we (i, bonzi and santu) joined, we were feeling so good about the first job after our college as if studies were such a burden and ahhhhh!!! job gonna give us such a relief from all this study stuff...
Initially we always kept smiling, talking, having long lunch and teatime conversations, chatting with each other, but as the time passed and projects were allocated to us work pressure stated to grow, and of-course the amount of time we whiled away at conversation lessened and finally there was a day when we used to come to office together in morning and then only cud meet each other at lunch and finally while going back home. Things started to turn tougher and tougher and then there was time when i used to stay late nights and go home and just sleep .. wake up next day and come back to office. At times it seemed as if i was not going to a home or something .. it seemed as if i was going to a dharamshala just to sleep, have food and get back the next morning. But after this .. as its said ... "after storm the seas are calm" .... it did happen the same way . my respect and stature in the company grew and so did my experience. More than anything though, I learned a lot!

Well within few hours from now .. i will not be apart of this family but these memories will always remain with me.
I am gonna miss these friends, these days and working in MICROWORLD a lot!!.

“When mistrust comes in, love goes out.”

2008-01-18T21:49:00.000+05:30

“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.”
Just a few days back i came across this facet of life which actually shook me from my foundation of thoughts that trust is something that should be the base of any relatioship. Once broken gone foreever and just that moment u dont ever want to go through ever in life. Loosing someone you love just that there was some stupid misunderstanding between both of you.Real trust is very uncommon. The true meaning of trust can only be found when individuals willingly enter a state of mind that will allow trust to blossom or mature. There are many levels of trust and all of these levels can be achieved by creating a euphoric, blissful, non static, barrier free state of mind. This level cannot be forced, it has to be searched out in the mind of each individual and the path has to be taken by the individual alone. Someone who has been there can help with the journey but it is still a journey that must be taken alone. Trust cannot become an entity unto it's own without truth being part of trust. For any relationship to be trustful, truth must be part of it. Part truth will only create part trust. This is where barriers are thrown up to disguise the truth which in turn disguises trust. It seems to be human nature to throw up barriers to the truth. Usually it is the perception that the real truth can be used later for bargaining or to inflict an insult upon another person. Also, secrets are kept back behind barriers in the trust. A secret may keep the individual from getting into a self destructive relationship with the person whom you are shielding the truth from.
A came across this nice poem some days back ... It really tells what i felt .... and what i want to say ...
You hold your breath as I leave the room
I see the worry lines in your brow
I’ve caught you watching me as I sleep
Do you think I’ll disappear somehow?

My love for you is strong,
dependable and true
what will it take to demonstrate
that I’ll always be here for you.

There may be times I must go,
must sometimes leave your side
but I will never leave your
in there my trust will abide.

Darling, I give to you my heart
and fiercely will I ever shout
I love you and hope that I
can heal your wounds of doubt.

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.

2007-12-29T17:18:00.000+05:30

I came upon this nice article .... its actaully a christian saying ... beleive me .. but its very true .. so thought of posting it on my blog ....

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are. They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person or people involved; and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships, and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyan

Lokhandwala to Powai via Panvel ...

2007-12-27T23:02:00.001+05:30

For those who know these places dont think i am drunk ... Wednesday morning i woke just to hear vinnet, anita and inder laughing as if they had never laughed before . Well the first thought i had was as usual vineet must have crarcked some joke of his, but still just to satisfy my curiosity quotient i went in the hall to be the part of the gang. and here was anita sitting in the couch feeling a bit embarassed and vineet was coming towards me smiling and saying .. rohit how much time does it take to come from lokhandwala .. i said rubbing my eyes .. depends on the time of commute ... he said .. smilingly ... night somewhere around 2 .. i said .. hardly 20 minutes .... It took anita 3 and half hours ... I was like .. did she came walking ... nope in a taxi .... the only thing missing here is that she came via PANVEL .. I said "kya tu subha-subha PJ mar raha hai" and he was like .. ask her ... and with a grin smile .. she said YES .... and now it was her turn to give her explanation .. and she started with .. "rohit what will happen if u have had 8 shots of tequilla and danced like never before " .. i said still i wont go to panvel just to come all the way back to powai ... "she was like ... damn i was drunk .. drunk so much that when at 1:30 i asked vineet where i had to come .. he told me powai lake and what i heard was panvel lake ... so here was a story .. This girl born and brought up in USofA ... always calling herself a ABCD(American Born Confused Desi) ... just been in the city since a day after coming here 6 years back .... Had gone all the way to meet her california walla friend .. had a few shots of tequilla and then went all the way from lokhandwala to panvel (although crossing powai) in the midway ... and then calling vinnet up back at 3:00 and telling him ... "bhai ... i am in panvel but we cant find the panvel lake .. even this taxi waala doesnt know" .... vinnet was so so furios and did the wisest thing of telling the taxi driver as to where he had to come ....
AHHHHH !!!! Thats a trip man .....
So the bottom line being ... "Never get too drunk" .....

That Thing Called Love !!!!!!

2007-12-16T21:34:00.000+05:30

I was damn busy with her in shifting while she said ... "A friend of mine is also coming today .. i will like u to meet him .. His name is Tuhin .. he writes scripts" .. and my reply was .. who ???? .... i cudnt get his name while she told me twice .. anyways what got stored was ... "Tuhim" ... until she spelled it.. and i said "nice name" ... Somewhere in the afternoon the door bell rang and there was this guy ... 5'6 ... nice hair clean shaven with a smile ... shaked hand and said "tuhin" ... i said Hi.... And as usual got busy with what i was doing .... Once finished with my things .. came in the drawing room ... he was sitting in the couch .. i was sitting by the window ... he started ... So Rohit what do u do ???? .. I said ... "I work" ... how stupid an answer was that ... hehehehehe ... anyways without wasting a second more i immediately corrected it ... "IT i said" .. He said OK ... now it was my turn .. and i asked him the same ... and He said .. I am an Author ... i said what .. "AUTHOR" ... "ya" he said ... I have written a book ... havent she told you .. .what cud i have said after that ... oh ya .. i remember .. and i was praying that he should not ask me anything regarding the book .... anyways but that chap started from his side and told me .. U must have read this book "That thing called Love" .. i have written it ... and got that from a pile of books on the shelf .. "see here it is" ... I was impressed .. myself not a book addict but yes never thought of meeting an Author .. For me i used to view authors like guys with weired looks ... (if not bald) ... with some big specs and always like thinking in air about how a get a new idea to write a new book or what has to be next in the current book .. walking in their own world and thinking the way they actaully want to .. its endless .... anyways .. and we started talking .. "where do u get ideas ???" was the next from me ... and i got those usual explanations as if he gets those things in his dreams ... but yes i was IMPRESSED by this guy .... Cool i said ... what else you do ... "I write scripts" ... ok that was it ... fine man ... Dont know much about this field ... "I write scripts for all these producers .. the sas bahu sagas ...I even have co-authored some more books also" ... and before he cud get into details .. she was yelling my name .. "where are you ???" ... anyways that was the end of talk ... and i guess i cud meet this guy sometime again in future and ask him ... a lot more .... "I am not that bad a writter" .. isnt it ?????hehehehehehehe
"That thing called Love" .. soon to be a motion picture ... ya i didnt mispell it .. "A MOTION PICTURE" ... u can check the promos on http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzlXdoQeZiU and the guy romancing the girl in it ... is this DUDE ... well the promo seems gud and lets see how well it goes ... anyways i think the concept in the movie and ofcourse the book looks gud ... i think i gonna get a copy and then lets see ...
Best of luck man !!!! ...
u can get the details about him and book at .. www.tuhin.in/m.htm

What is Success ?????

2007-12-15T16:52:00.000+05:30

Address by Subroto Bagchi, Chief Operating Officer, MindTree Consulting to the Class of 2006 at the Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore on defining success.

I was the last child of a small-time government servant, in a family of five brothers. My earliest memory of my father is as that of a District Employment Officer in Koraput, Orissa. It was and remains as back of beyond as you can imagine. There was no electricity; no primary school nearby and water did not flow out of a tap. As a result, I did not go to school until the age of eight; I was home-schooled. My father used to get transferred every year. The family belongings fit into the back of a jeep – so the family moved from place to place and, without any trouble, my Mother would set up an establishment and get us going. Raised by a widow who had come as a refugee from the then East Bengal, she was a matriculate when she married my Father. My parents set the foundation of my life and the value system which makes me what I am today and largely defines what success means to me today.

As District Employment Officer, my father was given a jeep by the government. There was no garage in the Office, so the jeep was parked in our house. My father refused to use it to commute to the office. He told us that the jeep is an expensive resource given by the government – he reiterated to us that it was not ‘his jeep’ but the government’s jeep. Insisting that he would use it only to tour the interiors, he would walk to his office on normal days. He also made sure that we never sat in the government jeep – we could sit in it only when it was stationary. That was our early childhood lesson in governance – a lesson that corporate managers learn the hard way, some never do.

The driver of the jeep was treated with respect due to any other member of my Father’s office. As small children, we were taught not to call him by his name. We had to use the suffix ‘dada’ whenever we were to refer to him in public or private. When I grew up to own a car and a driver by the name of Raju was appointed – I repeated the lesson to my two small daughters. They have, as a result, grown up to call Raju, ‘Raju Uncle’ – very different from many of their friends who refer to their family drivers as ‘my driver’. When I hear that term from a school- or college-going person, I cringe. To me, the lesson was significant – you treat small people with more respect than how you treat big people. It is more important to respect your subordinates than your superiors.

Our day used to start with the family huddling around my Mother’s chulha – an earthen fire place she would build at each place of posting where she would cook for the family. There was no gas, nor electrical stoves. The morning routine started with tea. As the brew was served, Father would ask us to read aloud the editorial page of The Statesman’s ‘muffosil’ edition – delivered one day late. We did not understand much of what we were reading. But the ritual was meant for us to know that the world was larger than Koraput district and the English I speak today, despite having studied in an Oriya medium school, has to do with that routine. After reading the newspaper aloud, we were told to fold it neatly. Father taught us a simple lesson. He used to say, “You should leave your newspaper and your toilet, the way you expect to find it”. That lesson was about showing consideration to others. Business begins and ends with that simple precept.

Being small children, we were always enamored with advertisements in the newspaper for transistor radios – we did not have one. We saw other people having radios in their homes and each time there was an advertisement of Philips, Murphy or Bush radios, we would ask Father when we could get one. Each time, my Father would reply that we did not need one because he already had five radios – alluding to his five sons. We also did not have a house of our own and would occasionally ask Father as to when, like others, we would live in our own house. He would give a similar reply, “We do not need a house of our own. I already own five houses”. His replies did not gladden our hearts in that instant. Nonetheless, we learnt that it is important not to measure personal success and sense of well being through material possessions.

Government houses seldom came with fences. Mother and I collected twigs and built a small fence. After lunch, my Mother would never sleep. She would take her kitchen utensils and with those she and I would dig the rocky, white ant infested surrounding. We planted flowering bushes. The white ants destroyed them. My mother brought ash from her chulha and mixed it in the earth and we planted the seedlings all over again. This time, they bloomed. At that time, my father’s transfer order came. A few neighbors told my mother why she was taking so much pain to beautify a government house, why she was planting seeds that would only benefit the next occupant. My mother replied that it did not matter to her that she would not see the flowers in full bloom. She said, “I have to create a bloom in a desert and whenever I am given a new place, I must leave it more beautiful than what I had inherited”. That was my first lesson in success. It is not about what you create for yourself, it is what you leave behind that defines success.

My mother began developing a cataract in her eyes when I was very small. At that time, the eldest among my brothers got a teaching job at the University in Bhubaneswar and had to prepare for the civil services examination. So, it was decided that my Mother would move to cook for him and, as her appendage, I had to move too. For the first time in my life, I saw electricity in homes and water coming out of a tap. It was around 1965 and the country was going to war with Pakistan. My mother was having problems reading and in any case, being Bengali, she did not know the Oriya script. So, in addition to my daily chores, my job was to read her the local newspaper – end to end. That created in me a sense of connectedness with a larger world. I began taking interest in many different things. While reading out news about the war, I felt that I was fighting the war myself. She and I discussed the daily news and built a bond with the larger universe. In it, we became part of a larger reality. Till date, I measure my success in terms of that sense of larger connectedness.

Meanwhile, the war raged and India was fighting on both fronts. Lal Bahadur Shastri, the then Prime Minster, coined the term “Jai Jawan, Jai Kishan” and galvanized the nation in to patriotic fervor. Other than reading out the newspaper to my mother, I had no clue about how I could be part of the action. So, after reading her the newspaper, every day I would land up near the University’s water tank, which served the community. I would spend hours under it, imagining that there could be spies who would come to poison the water and I had to watch for them. I would daydream about catching one and how the next day, I would be featured in the newspaper. Unfortunately for me, the spies at war ignored the sleepy town of Bhubaneswar and I never got a chance to catch one in action. Yet, that act unlocked my imagination. Imagination is everything. If we can imagine a future, we can create it, if we can create that future, others will live in it. That is the essence of success.

Over the next few years, my mother’s eyesight dimmed but in me she created a larger vision, a vision with which I continue to see the world and, I sense, through my eyes, she was seeing too. As the next few years unfolded, her vision deteriorated and she was operated for cataract. I remember, when she returned after her operation and she saw my face clearly for the first time, she was astonished. She said, “Oh my God, I did not know you were so fair”. I remain mighty pleased with that adulation even till date. Within weeks of getting her sight back, she developed a corneal ulcer and, overnight, became blind in both eyes. That was 1969. She died in 2002. In all those 32 years of living with blindness, she never complained about her fate even once. Curious to know what she saw with blind eyes, I asked her once if she sees darkness. She replied, “No, I do not see darkness. I only see light even with my eyes closed”. Until she was eighty years of age, she did her morning yoga everyday, swept her own room and washed her own clothes. To me, success is about the sense of independence; it is about not seeing the world but seeing the light.

Over the many intervening years, I grew up, studied, joined the industry and began to carve my life’s own journey. I began my life as a clerk in a government office, went on to become a Management Trainee with the DCM group and eventually found my life’s calling with the IT industry when fourth generation computers came to India in 1981. Life took me places – I worked with outstanding people, challenging assignments and traveled all over the world. In 1992, while I was posted in the US, I learnt that my father, living a retired life with my eldest brother, had suffered a third degree burn injury and was admitted in the Safderjung Hospital in Delhi. I flew back to attend to him – he remained for a few days in critical stage, bandaged from neck to toe. The Safderjung Hospital is a cockroach infested, dirty, inhuman place. The overworked, under-resourced sisters in the burn ward are both victims and perpetrators of dehumanized life at its worst. One morning, while attending to my Father, I realized that the blood bottle was empty and fearing that air would go into his vein, I asked the attending nurse to change it. She bluntly told me to do it myself. In that horrible theater of death, I was in pain and frustration and anger. Finally when she relented and came, my Father opened his eyes and murmured to her, “Why have you not gone home yet?” Here was a man on his deathbed but more concerned about the overworked nurse than his own state. I was stunned at his stoic self. There I learnt that there is no limit to how concerned you can be for another human being and what is the limit of inclusion you can create. My father died the next day.

He was a man whose success was defined by his principles, his frugality, his universalism and his sense of inclusion. Above all, he taught me that success is your ability to rise above your discomfort, whatever may be your current state. You can, if you want, raise your consciousness above your immediate surroundings. Success is not about building material comforts – the transistor that he never could buy or the house that he never owned. His success was about the legacy he left, the memetic continuity of his ideals that grew beyond the smallness of a ill-paid, unrecognized government servant’s world.

My father was a fervent believer in the British Raj. He sincerely doubted the capability of the post-independence Indian political parties to govern the country. To him, the lowering of the Union Jack was a sad event. My Mother was the exact opposite. When Subhash Bose quit the Indian National Congress and came to Dacca, my mother, then a schoolgirl, garlanded him. She learnt to spin khadi and joined an underground movement that trained her in using daggers and swords. Consequently, our household saw diversity in the political outlook of the two. On major issues concerning the world, the Old Man and the Old Lady had differing opinions. In them, we learnt the power of disagreements, of dialogue and the essence of living with diversity in thinking. Success is not about the ability to create a definitive dogmatic end state; it is about the unfolding of thought processes, of dialogue and continuum.

Two years back, at the age of eighty-two, Mother had a paralytic stroke and was lying in a government hospital in Bhubaneswar. I flew down from the US where I was serving my second stint, to see her. I spent two weeks with her in the hospital as she remained in a paralytic state. She was neither getting better nor moving on. Eventually I had to return to work. While leaving her behind, I kissed her face. In that paralytic state and a garbled voice, she said, “Why are you kissing me, go kiss the world.” Her river was nearing its journey, at the confluence of life and death, this woman who came to India as a refugee, raised by a widowed Mother, no more educated than high school, married to an anonymous government servant whose last salary was Rupees Three Hundred, robbed of her eyesight by fate and crowned by adversity – was telling me to go and kiss the world!

Success to me is about Vision. It is the ability to rise above the immediacy of pain. It is about imagination. It is about sensitivity to small people. It is about building inclusion. It is about connectedness to a larger world existence. It is about personal tenacity. It is about giving back more to life than you take out of it. It is about creating extra-ordinary success with ordinary lives.

Thank you very much; I wish you good luck and Godspeed. Go, kiss the world.

Do we Eat Soup or Drink Soup

2007-11-15T11:37:00.000+05:30

While on the way back from delhi ... i was sitting next to a couple who were trying to explain their kid that "Son, In English we dont drink soup, we eat soup" .. The attendent had just served the soup in a glass so the kid was showing his father as how he drank soup rather than ate it ...

So the first thing i did once i landed here was to ask Google what actaully we do with the soup .. "Do we drink it . or Do we eat it" ...

Soup is eaten.

Because it's not served in a beverage glass. A straw would seem silly, no? Sometimes you see people drinking broth, when all the goodies are gone from the soup, however that is considered bad manners.

Soup, usually the first course, is served either in a wide, shallow dish, or a smaller bowl, resting on an under-plate.

As well as found out a few etiquette(s) to EAT it,

-- Spoon the soup away from you, towards the centre of the bowl.

-- Sip from the side of the spoon. Never put the whole spoon in your mouth or slurp. Noisy eating is better placed in the farmyard, rather than the dining table!

-- Tip the bowl away from you and spoon the soup across the bowl to get at the last bits.

-- After finishing the soup, place the spoon in the under-plate, or in the soup plate at a 10:20 position.

Windows Drivers

2007-10-31T15:04:00.000+05:30

VxD is the device driver model used in 16-bit versions of Microsoft Windows. They have access to the memory of the kernel and all running processes, as well as raw access to the hardware. The name "VxD" is an abbreviation for "virtual xxx driver", where "xxx" is some class of hardware device. It derives from the fact that most drivers had filenames of the form vxxxd.386 in Windows 3.x. Some examples are: vjoyd.386 (joystick), vmm.386 (memory manager). VxDs usually have the filename extension .386 under Windows 3.x and .vxd under Windows 95. VxDs written for Windows 3.x can be used under Windows 95 but not vice versa.

Prior to the advent of Windows, DOS applications frequently communicated directly with various pieces of hardware, by responding to interrupts, reading and writing device memory etc. Each application expected to have exclusive and complete control over the hardware. Though Windows applications don't often communicate directly with hardware, it was the only way to write Windows drivers, and still is in the real and standard modes of Windows 3.x. Despite the fact that Windows switched from running in real mode to protected mode, direct hardware access and interrupt hooking could still be done because when Windows switched to running in protected mode it kept the single privilege level model used in real mode. This lasted all the way through Windows 9x. Windows/386 and onwards allowed multiple MS-DOS applications to execute simultaneously. This was done by executing each legacy application within its own virtual machine. To share arbitrary physical resources amongst these virtual machines, Microsoft introduced dynamically-loadable virtual device drivers. These drivers solved issues relating to conflicting usage of physical resources by intercepting calls to the hardware. Instead of a machine port representing an actual device, it would represent a "virtual" device, which could be managed by the operating system.

Windows Driver Model (WDM) — also known as the Win32 Driver Model — is a framework for device drivers that was introduced with Windows 98 and Windows 2000 to replace VxD, which was used on older versions of Windows such as Windows 95 and Windows 3.1, as well as the Windows NT Driver Model.
WDM drivers are layered in a complex hierarchy and communicate with each other via I/O request packets (IRPs). The Microsoft Windows Driver Model defined a unified driver model for the Windows 98 and Windows 2000 lines by standardizing requirements and reducing the amount of code that needed to be written. WDM drivers will not run on operating systems earlier than Windows 98 or Windows 2000, such as Windows 95, Windows NT 4.0 and Windows 3.1. By conforming to WDM, drivers can be binary compatible (an application binary interface (ABI) describes the low-level interface between an application program and the operating system, between an application and its libraries, or between component parts of the application. An ABI differs from an application programming interface (API) in that an API defines the interface between source code and libraries, so that the same source code will compile on any system supporting that API, whereas an ABI allows compiled object code to function without changes on any system using a compatible ABI.) and source compatible (a computer that can run the same source code intended to be compiled and run on another computer is said to be source-compatible.) across Windows 98, Windows 98 Second Edition, Windows Me, Windows 2000, Windows XP, Windows Server 2003 and Windows Vista (for backwards compatibility) on x86-based computers. WDM is designed to be backward-compatible.WDM is generally not forward-compatible. WDM will most likely fail to load drivers written for a newer version. For example, the WDM in Windows XP will load drivers written for Windows 2000, but will not apply new WDM features that were introduced in Windows XP. The WDM in Windows 2000 will not load a driver written for Windows XP.

WDM drivers can be classified into the following types and sub-types:

Device function drivers

A function driver is the main driver for a device. A function driver is typically written by the device vendor and is required (unless the device is being used in raw mode). A function driver can service one or more devices.

* Class drivers: These are a type of function drivers and can be thought of as built-in framework drivers that miniport and other class drivers can be built on top of. The class drivers provide interfaces between different levels of the WDM architecture. Common functionality between different classes of drivers can be written into the class driver and used by other class and miniport drivers. The lower edge of the class driver will have its interface exposed to the miniport driver, while the upper edge of top level class drivers is operating system specific. Class drivers can be dynamically loaded and unloaded at will. They can do class specific functions that are not hardware or bus-specific (with the exception of bus-type class drivers) and in fact sometimes only do class specific functions like enumeration.

* Miniport drivers: These are also function drivers for USB, Audio, SCSI and network adapters. They should usually be source and binary compatible between Windows 98 and Windows 2000 and are hardware specific but control access to the hardware through a specific bus class driver.

Bus drivers

A bus driver services a bus controller, adapter, or bridge. Microsoft provides bus drivers for most common buses, such as PCI, PnPISA, SCSI, USB and FireWire. Each software vendor can create their own bus drivers if needed. A bus driver can service more than one bus if there is more than one bus of the same type on the machine.

Filter drivers

Filter drivers are optional drivers that add value to or modify the behavior of a device and may be non-device drivers. A filter driver can also service one or more devices. Upper level filter drivers sit above the primary driver for the device (the function driver), while lower level filter drivers sit below the function driver and above the bus driver.

* Driver service: This is a type of kernel-level filter driver implemented as a Windows service that enables applications to work with devices.

The Windows Driver Model, while a significant improvement over the VxD and Windows NT driver model used before it, has been criticised by driver software developers [1], most significantly for the following:

* WDM has a very steep learning curve.
* Interactions with power management events and Plug-and-play are difficult. This leads to a variety of situations where Windows machines cannot go to sleep or wake up correctly due to bugs in driver code.
* I/O cancellation is almost impossible to get right.
* Thousands of lines of support code are required for every driver.
* No support for writing pure user-mode drivers.

Because of these issues, Microsoft has released a new framework to replace WDM, called the Windows Driver Foundation, which includes Kernel-Mode Driver Framework (KMDF) and User-Mode Driver Framework (UMDF). Windows Vista supports both WDM and the newer Windows Driver Foundation. KMDF is also available for download for Windows XP and even Windows 2000, while UMDF is available for Windows XP.

Windows Driver Foundation (WDF) is a set of Microsoft tools that aid in the creation of high-quality, reliable drivers for Windows 2000 and later versions of Windows.The primary tools that comprise WDF are the Kernel Mode Driver Framework (KMDF) and User Mode Driver Framework (UMDF). These tool kits provide a new, object-oriented, programming model for Windows driver development. The primary goal of of the Frameworks is "Conceptual Scalability", that is the characteristics of only requiring a driver developer to learn a few simple concepts to be able to write a simple driver, and to be able to incrementally learn more as more complex driver features are required. This differs markedly from the Windows Driver Model (WDM) that requires driver developers to be fully familiar with lots of complex technical details before writing even a simple driver.
Part of the key to achieving Conceptual Scalability is that KMDF and UMDF use an "opt-in" model. This model allows the developer to extend and override the default behavior of a canonical "good driver". This is in contrast to the older Windows Driver Model that depends on the driver writer to implement all aspects of the driver's behavior.

The Framework comes in two varieties:
* The Kernel-Mode Driver Framework, for writing standard kernel-mode device drivers.
* The User-Mode Driver Framework, for writing certain classes of driver that can run in user-mode.

These share the underlying programming model. However, the kernel-mode framework uses a flat C API while the user-mode framework is based on C++ and a light version of the COM.

WDF also includes a set of static verification tools for use by driver writers. These tools examine driver code for common errors and/or simulate the code of a driver in order to identify problems that are both difficult to detect and difficult to test for.