INVICTUS

(Ajay)

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate;

I am the captain of my soul.

Hi there !

You have reached my homepage...a place where I always wished I would put in something great. But as it turns out, and you are a witness, I dont have much stuff to put in. This happens to be a self-centered website, which only the initiated might browse through. I haven't, neither do i hope to, put anything very useful for the general junta here.

Despite this site being worthless, I hope you will do me a favour of putting in a few lines in the guestbook.:)

Invictus, which appears in the left column, is a well-known poem by William Ernest Henley.