Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;

And as imagination bodies forth

The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen

Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation and a name.

–         William Shakespeare

The savvy reader will sense a tad of desperation here. For the first post on this blog I have selected a man (and a book on that man) who is one of the most searched, googled, twittered celebrity on this planet. What can I possibly say about Steve Jobs, that hasn’t already been said? Well, I can say a lot of thing, as I feel that most of the articles and write ups on Jobs were suffering from something called a shoe-string complex.