The Man From Myanmar

What The The Man From Myanmar Gave Me

I was clearing up some old stuffs when I came across this today. This is very small, about 3 inches long by 1 inch wide, and as it is easy to lose it, I would like to record what this means to me.

Almost 30 years ago, I received an important phone call from the office. I was then an articled accounting student working in a CPA’s firm. I was on leave that day, having worked all night at a client’s office. The call was from a Manager at the firm informing me that I had passed my exams – against all odds and expectations.

Against all odds and expectations were the words. I could not believe the news, did not rejoice, and in the stoical and prudent manner of accountants, told the Manager that I would not only wait for the official results in writing but I also doubted the correctness of the preliminary list of results received by the firm.

However, if the news were correct, it would change my life forever.

While I was talking on the phone, a small, dark and wiry man appeared at the door. After putting down the phone I walked over to him. He gave me this piece of a phrase from the Holy Quran.

I gave him fifty bucks in return, which at the time was about 10 percent of my meagre monthly stipends, in view of the oddness that he should turn up exactly at the time I received the unexpected good news.

The man would come by my house again and again, every now and then. Most of the time when he came, I would not be home. He would leave similar verses from the Quran for me on each visit, despite the fact that I had stopped paying him.

One day, he came over while I was at home. We spoke about my eldest and only child then, whose name took after Jesus’ mother, Maryam. When the man heard the the name, he immediately broke down and cried uncontrollably.

He had a daughter named Maryam too. Had. She was gunned down in his village in Myanmar, before he migrated here.

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Halcyon Days

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But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
really finish’d and indolent-ripe on the tree,
Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
The brooding and blissful halcyon days!

- Walt Whitman, Halcyon Days

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Checking Out C# On iOS and Android

Checking out Xamarin, a tool to develop native multi-platform apps (iOS and Android) using C# and the .Net Framework

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Memories Are Made Of These

Memories Are Made Of This

Rhiana showing me her dress

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Our Office In The Clouds



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Following are the collaborative platforms that we will be using in the clouds, and I am looking forward to an increase in productivity with them. For those whom we will be collaborating together, here’s a convenient list of the platform urls.

Office Documents - – documents, presentations, spreadsheets, notes, mail, calendar and shared storage

Customer Relationship Management

Project Management - – the kanban style for rapid prototyping

Task Management – with weekly reviews and overall goals

Time Tracking -

Project Journals -

Shared storage (with larger space) -

GIT (Private) -

GIT (Public) -

Dev (Heroku) –

Dev (Amazon) -



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The Pawn’s Song

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The Fire And The Wind

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I stood by your bed last night



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I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.

Author ~ Colleen Fitzsimmons (

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The Touch of the Master’s Hand

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understnad what changed its worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch of a master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine; a game – and he travels on. “He is going” once, and “going twice, He’s going and almost gone.” But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.

Myra ‘Brooks’ Welch

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There’s A Light On The Bay

I took the old path down, down
To where the graveyard lay,
The place I knew when I was young,
They say that Blackbeard had hidden precious stones,
Amongst the ancient bones,

So I set off to the darkness down below,
By the candle glow,
T’was then I heard the voices, saw a light,
And started on the journey of my life;

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