Harini's I, Me, myself

• Name:

  Harini Pinnoju

• About me:

  I am Harini. I am here, in Indiana State University to pursue my higher studies, Masters in CS. I love exploring, understanding and learning computers, programming, web technologies and also poetry, sketching and painting.

• How am I here?

  Pulling off the sleeves of his sweater, rubbing his palms against each other to combat the chilled weather,
  Mr.Rao walked through the hospital's corridor. It was the christmas week. His merry filled eyes were greeting
  everyone around, but there was a nervous frown on his forehead. But when he reached the entrance of the room
  in which his wife was lying on the bed, it vanished!!! It just vanished, when the doctor inside the room smiled
  at him and said "Both your angels are doing great".
  
  Mr. Rao rushed to the bed, clutched the hand of Mrs. Lakshmi, his wife, waiting to see him. He then planted a
  gentle kiss on her forehead. And then the most-awaited moment has arrived...they together took their little angel
  into their hands and smiled at her."She is just like your mother" said Mrs. Lakshmi giving her to him. He then
  embraced the little one tenderly and named her "Harini", meaning "The Deer".
  
  He looked deep into her eyes and said "Harini! You are Harini, because you are tender at heart, and shall be
  brave in Life. We are with you".
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  On this note, I thank my parents again, for all the love.
  

• My Perception of Love (Remember my love for computers, poetry and painting!)

  Ardency is the first shot of love.
  It then springs up into a cocktail of
  anxiety and affection,
  passion and devotion,
  fascination and dedication,
  obsession and conviction,
  vehemence and benevolence
  and many more...
  Every sip of it triggers an idiosycratic emotion...

• My Poetry

  I started off to Terre Haute from my cousin's place in chicago.Those cornfields and the scintilating weather instilled in me, the following thoughts:

• Young Green Love Story

  	  
  	    
  	    Ms.Young Green Crop
  	    
  		You pour on to me, I keep splaying away
  		And you still chase me
  		With your firm, you amuse me!!!
  		Nah! You are not tickling
  		And I am not chuckling
  
  		You flow on to me like a rocket
  		What if I am tagged as a coquette???
  		From now, don't you pour
  		And make it much sour...
  
  		You gotta know this right?!
  	        And now you get out of my sight
  	        Why aren't you just going away???
  	    
  	    Mr.Cool Breeze:
  
  	        I am a sturdy wild wind
  		Is what all you think
  		But it's your young green color
  		Makes me go gaga for your lover
  
  		I don't know if you find me wild
  		But your touch makes me mild
  		It's all your unique fragrance
  		My yearning, I do balance
  		I love you that's why I embrace
  		Now don't tell me, it's all a waste
  
  		For your image you boot,
  		But I know you want me to reboot!!!
  		And that's ok, for my image it doesn't suit
  		Still with my every visit I'll pay a tribute
  
  		I can't leave you.No, never!!!
  	        I will love you for ever...
  	        And ever...
  	    
  	  
  	 

• My sketches

  
  

• My Painting

  

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