There’s something being cooked, There’s something in brewing. Throwing away the torn, There’s no more to sewing.   It’s time to step out, The wind’s fast sweeping. The wound’s drying up, There’s no more to healing.   The eyes all done dripping, To the clouds delegating. The summer’s passing by, The monsoon in the making.  … Continue reading Resurrection

Turing – The Imitation Game

Well, back in those days of childhood, in those cheap books brought from the wheel carts at the railway stations, and out of my curiosity about the inquisitveness of the men in general, I had read that name, Dr. Alan M Turing. The mention had come against the term “Computer”, in the juxtaposed column of… Continue reading Turing – The Imitation Game