यूँ निकल पड़ा हूँ सफ़र पे मैं, मुझे मंजिलों की तलाश है
नए रास्ते नए आसमां, नए हौसलों की तलाश है
जहाँ बंदिशों की हो हद खत्म, उस हसीं शहर की तलाश है
जहाँ रंग-ओ-खुशबू का हो मिलन, मुझे उस उफक की तलाश है
मुझे मंजिलों की फिकर नहीं, मुझे रास्तों से प्यार है
जो मेरे साथ साथ चल सके, उस हमसफ़र की तलाश है...
It was six men of Info Tech
To learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Cloud
(Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind
The First approached the Cloud,
So sure that he was boasting
“I know exactly what this is…
This Cloud is simply Hosting.”
The Second grasped within the Cloud,
Saying, “No it’s obvious to me,
This Cloud is grid computing…
Servers working together in harmony!”
The Third, in need of an answer,
Cried, "Ho! I know its source of power
It’s a utility computing solution
Which charges by the hour.”
The Fourth reached out to touch it,
It was there, but it was not
“Virtualization,” said he.
“That’s precisely what we’ve got!”
The Fifth, so sure the rest were wrong
Declared “It’s SaaS you fools,
Applications with no installation
It’s breaking all the rules!"
The Sixth (whose name was Benioff),
Felt the future he did know,
He made haste in boldly stating,
“This *IS* Web 3.0.”
And so these men of Info Tech
Disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion
Exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right,
And all were partly wrong!
